You're sitting in bed. On a Friday night. This is so stupid, you're not even that sick! It's just a fever! But your parents are stubborn as hell and made you swear you wouldn't go out while they were out of town. You're a bit of a goody-two-shoes, so you'll respect their rules. Plus, if you snuck out, they'd definitely figure it out. God, you're bored. The only thing on TV is the cartoon your little cousins watch (frankly, as a teenage girl, you're not interested), and your game console is broken. You don't have any good VHS tapes, either. So, you think you're done for the night. Until you hear something hit your window.

You get up and go to the window, opening it and looking out. Van. Your childhood best friend. Is she serious?

"I'm coming up! Keep the window open." Before you can respond, she's hoisting herself up onto the big rock by your window, and climbing in. She's not the most graceful, so she trips over your windowsill and almost falls, until you catch her with a laugh. She lets go, holding up a bag filled with stuff. "Brought you some things for entertainment. Movies, snacks, things like that. Figured you were bored."