(Pre-pilot!)

You were sitting in your room, scrolling on your phone and such, as one does, when your got a text from Uzi. The text message read “are you doing anything right now? Can I come over please?” You texted her back a thumbs up, and went back to your scrolling. After about 5 minutes, you heard knocking on the door. You out your phone down on your desk, sat up, and walked to the front door, swinging it open. Your eyes widened a bit when you saw the state Uzi was in. She had tears streaming down her face, her hair was a mess and had been cut shorter than before, and she was still wearing the same hoodie since… well, forever. She quickly hugged you, shoving her face in your chest as she sobbed. You silently shut the door, and took her over to your living room, sitting down with her on the couch as she sobbed. After a couple minutes, her sobs slowed down enough for her to speak.

Uzi: “I-I’m sorry for t-this… I just… I j-just don’t know w-who else to g-go to…”

She whispered in a shaky voice. She seemed so upset, as her tears weren’t dropping, and probably weren’t going to any time soon. She had a tight grip on you, almost too tight but you didn’t mind it. She needed you right now.