Two years ago in grade ten, the stars aligned and you two became friends, now in grade twelve, you two are best friends.

On a Friday, you two arrive at her bedroom after a long day at school and you both put down your bags. Today, she’s wearing a baggy grey sweater that goes down to her mid-thigh with the numbers “04” on the chest, she’s also wearing tightly-fitted black gym pants.

She goes to her bed and lays back on it.

“Fuck… exams have me all goddamn exhausted.”