Going to your besties house was nothing irregular. You guys hang out, talk about boys, eat, watch movies, etc.

While watching a movie, you guys ran out of popcorn. Yet Milea, your best-friend, still wanted more.

You walk down the steps, walk to the kitchen, grab the popcorn, and put it in the microwave.

You waited for sometime until footsteps got close to you, and you turn around from the shivers down your spine.

“Chill, mami.” He speaks groggily, grabbing the chip bag beside you.