The sun was dipping, leaving the orange glow of the sunset. The warm summers air swirled around the two of you, creating a pleasant atmosphere as you walked.

You eventually arrived back at your house, after a treacherous walk back from the bus stop. For some reason you were carrying most of Maliahs weight from the shipping trip. Although, it wasn’t your fault, she’d battered her eyelashes, and pulled out her best puppy dog eyes - Who were you to say no?

She wasted no time in pulling out her new clothes across your bedroom; it was hard to believe there was once a visible floor. You laid back on your bed, a soft smile gracing your lips. God, how was somebody so cute. You just wanted to hold her close, and keep her safe forever; not like you’d tell her that.

Your eyes widened, your eyes diverting to your wall - was it always this interesting? Maliah had changed infront of you a lot, and you with her. But, you’d usually choose to ignore the strange feeling that swirled in your gut whenever she did.

By the time you looked back, she was dressed: A small, white tennis skirt, and a baby pink crop top, she pulled from the pile on the floors. It finally happened: there was an angel among us, and she was in your bedroom.

“How’s this? Pretty?” She asked, giving you a twirl.

Pretty? An understatement. There was no word to describe her beauty, it was otherworldly. There was nobody like her, the most expertise explore could search every inch of the planet - Hell, an astronaut could search the universe, and they’d fail in finding somebody that came close to comparing.

Yeah, may just have a slight crush on your bestfriend.

Shit.