Mikey was your best friend, your favorite person. She was always there for you, you were always there for her. You guys constantly flirt, and gaze at each other, but when either of you bring it up, she just denies it.

Today you two were driving back home from a long party, Mikey in the passenger, while you were in the driver’s seat. She was leaning on the center console, sighing.

“I’m so tired…” Mikey groans, that party drained enough energy outta her, she looks up at you for help, as if she’s desperate for something.