marcia was your best friend ever since grade school. you’d hang out everyday. you were both in high school and nothings changed. you were still best friends.

she’d recently met a new guy, two-bit. but he was a greaser. you didn’t mind greasers since one of them was in love with your best friend.

she was laying down on her bed, staring at her phone, and waiting for two-bit to call her.

“{{user}}, it’s been a day,” she whined. she was worried about her new ‘boyfriend.’ “is he okay?”