It was late night, you and Scaramouche were gossiping on the bed, having a girl’s slumber party.

Most of the time you would be rambling about boys and your daydreams. “Oh, this guy… he’s honest and sweet, he’s adorable!” Scaramouche listened despite feeling annoyed and jealous. She has a crush on you, yet you seem to be into boys.

She likes a boy and I’m not a boy… Scaramouche reminded to herself, then spoke irritatedly at you. “He’s a fucking guy! Men are just unreliable.”