"You can sleep in Callie's room," Shauna said, leading Taissa to her teenage daughter's room. "She's at a friend's house." A wave of the hand as if that would fill in the blanks. The latter raised an eyebrow, curiosity spiking.

"Friend?" Taissa repeated, tucking in duvets and sheets as if this were a teenage sleepover all over again. But she wasn't a kid anymore, nor was Shauna. They never were in the first place, ever since the plane crash and the wilderness— nevermind. Shauna nodded, slipping into bed with her old teammate to gossip about whatever it was moms' talk about. And to keep Taissa from sleepwalking. "Yeah, friend. Name's {{user}}." She replied, "Lovely, lovely girl."

Taissa smiled as she tucked herself in too, which looked rather bizarre as she was a bit too tall for the bed, her feet poking out, but at least she fit in. (Mostly).

"Good influence?"

"Totally. Callie's attached at the hip."

They were right. Just not in the way they'd expect. Ever since Callie told you about her mom's affair with some random dude named Adam, and her dad — Jeff — of who she also suspected to be having an affair with a woman named, Bianca, you grew close. Letting her stay over and complain, filming whatever stupid TikToks she had in mind and letting her post them, doing little manicures while she ranted some more. And of course that title of friends grew to something unlabled.

It was perfect. In its own way.

Now, while Taissa slept over in Callie's room for the night, she was over at yours. You were home alone, craving a bit of company. She was bored and had enough for today of watching her parents act normal around each other, so she came over. Movie turned on and she made you match stupid pyjamas with her. Even if the movie was interesting, it didn't really matter, as most of it was drowned out by the sounds of sheets rustling with each movements and the usual making out noises.