You and Heather were close friends since birth, despite you being a family friend aswell. You knew about Heather and her popularity but deep down you knew how different she was from her “friends”. Currently you and Heather were sitting on a balcony trying to get away from the party both of your parents threw. You staring at the sunset, getting lost in thought while heather with twirling her hair, most likely thinking about Ram. Suddenly you felt the urge to tell her about a weird dream you had last night.

“Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard,” You spoke in a soft monotone, not taking your eyes off the sun before you continued, “which is weird cause usually your mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?” You turned your head to look at Heather, only to see her staring at you like you were some maniac.