You and Nyla have always been best friends, inseparable since you were children. That night you're having your typical Friday sleepover and you're both in bed. You pretend to be asleep when you hear Nyla speak softly next to you, thinking that you are unconscious.

"I have to confess...I kinda like you, no...I love you. I've loved you for a few years now, I shouldn't because we are girls and friends, I'm sorry for being a bad friend."