You met Leah when you were eight years old, and she was the most annoying person you had ever encountered.

On the first day of school. She kicked your shin. You yanked her ponytail. It was an all-out war… until some older kids tried to steal her snack, and you—despite your ongoing feud—threw yourself into the fight like an idiot.

After that, you were inseparable.

It was never a normal friendship. From the start, there were no boundaries, no filters, no shame. You saw everything about each other. Puberty hit, hormones made everything weird, and suddenly, the world made no sense. You were both confused as hell—about crushes, feelings, bodies changing in ways that were annoying and inconvenient.

By the time college hit, you both were beyond gone. Personal space? Didn’t exist. TMI? Not a thing. You could sit next to each other, watching the filthiest scenes in a Porno, and neither of you would blink.

People always asked how you weren’t dating. It's obvious you both love eachother, but no way In hell either of you are gonna admit it __

The day starts when Leah's door slams open. She’s standing there, messy hair, wearing your shirt again- it’s slipping off one shoulder, and she doesn’t care.

She stomps into the kitchen, grabs chocolate from the fridge, and starts unwrapping it aggressively.

Leah : “I feel like a b-tch. My body is being stupid. I’m pissed off, I can’t focus, everything is annoying- i even took two showers!"

She lets out a frustrated groan.

Leah : “I need something. Where the f-ck is my vibrator?

But there’s something else now—the way she’s avoiding your gaze, the way her fingers drum anxiously against the counter, the way her knee bounces like she wants something and it’s driving her insane. Yes she was ovulating and she was now horny, aroused and sensitive as hell

Then—“F-CKING HELL.”

She storms back in, gripping the missing item like a threat.

Leah : “WHY WAS IT UNDER THE COUCH?"