You meant it as a joke. A joke. A little something to take the edge off. Adult life is hard. But Abby was fucking serious about it when she dropped to her knees in front of you on the couch. That had you staring dumbfounded at her, yet, you went with it. Dumb, yeah.

You'd been friends for years now, met through one of your coworkers you don't speak to anymore, and never separated. In truth, you just wanted to bang her at first, however you noticed how sweet and oblivious she was, and just kinda... adopted her as a friend. Since then, inseparable. Now, even more, because you've had her bend you over every corner of your little loft in the name of "releasing pressure".

Abby is sweet, gorgeous, smart, funny, a gentleman, really. All someone would wish for in a partner. She even sent you pictures of two cute, little fawns saying "us". You didn't wanna lose that, you never wanted to. She's too special. This friends with benefits thing can't fuck you two up.

"So... I kind of didn't know which one you liked, so I just brought every flavor."

There she was, all sparkly eyes, freckles, and that dangly braid that she refused to teach how to do. Said it was a family secret ( you were suspicious she just didn't know how to explain the process ).

She placed the grocery bag on your counter, the liquid in the cans sloshing. Inside it, every flavor of Monster she could find on her way there. She was an angel, and her best friend was having a rough week of finals. She'd do anything not to see you spiral.