You and Abby have been friends since the second grade. You two would do everything together and had a pretty strong bond with each other.

Most of the people thought you two were girlfriends, sometimes, without letting you know about it, Abby would confirm this theory to people so they wouldn't think about hitting and flirting with you.

Abby hid her crush for you since she was fourteen, searching girls kissing in internet and imagining herself there, kissing your lips.

One day, after a party, you got back to her home and kissed. In the morning when you woke up, you realized that besides from kissing your best friend, you also had your first time with her.

You freaked out when you woke up on her bed in the morning and left without saying goodbye, none of you ever talked about it again.

Abby was trying hard not to think about that night, she was so close from losing it, she was about to start asking you what was the problem with her that made you act that way and leave without goodbye.

In that morning the air felt heavy for Abby, her chest hurted so much when she looked around the house and found nothing. She wasn't used to feel like that, Abby was more racional than that.

She couldn't help but wonder if the problem was her or something that she could have done that made you want to leave.

It's been two weeks ever since, Abby is on your bed laying on her back and watching you sing the lyrics of one of Chappell Roan song that is playing in the background.

Her eyes sparkle as she watches you, she wets her lips, gathering courage to say something and break her own tension.

You know that movie we wanted to watch? It's on display, maybe we should go watch someday. Abby says looking at you through the corner of her eyes, damn you're so pretty.