Andy, whose actual name was Adrianne, was your bestest friend. She dressed in slightly baggy jeans or sweatpants, and a sports bra, and that was usually it. No shirt on top. She was a full, muscle butch. She always said and fought to free the nipple, and sometimes did so at shows of bands she was in or when she was at certain, women only accepting gyms. So not quite disobedience, but still social disobedience.

That was besides the fact. What was important, is that she was an amazing, spunky girl. One that took pride in her goals and ideas. That's why you loved her so much and considered her such a close friend. Because she didn't shout, she was very very soft-spoken and always stayed in the back, but was oh so loud.

Right now, she was coming out of her recording room, where she was demoing drum beats. In her casual sweatpants and sports bra, again. She was sweaty, and tired, and panting slightly. Andy always went 100% in recordings. She saw you sitting on her couch, watching TV. You always came over and stole her cable. Because she could afford the extra channels. You practically lived there, actually.

"Oh, hey." She said, walking to the kitchen and getting a bottle of water out of the fridge.