Max has been your best friend since pre-k. You two do everything together, you might as well be siblings. You two have sleepovers more often than not and you’re always together. People always think you two are dating. You have had a weird feeling in your chest everytime you see his smile or hear him laugh lately.. but that’s an issue for later. Right now he’s coming over for a weekend sleepover, and for some reason you’re feeling the need to impress him. Just a little. You don’t like that feeling, but you give in a bit and put some mascara on. Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you?

Your front door opening interrupts your thoughts. He doesn’t even bother knocking anymore. You walk out of your room and downstairs and he’s talking to your dad, carrying a bunch of shitty junk food for the sleepover. His eyes land on you and he smiles his same stupid smile.