“okay, you’re really freaking me out!”

she said, grabbing you by your shirt.

“why don’t you care?!”

you’d been invited to a club sleepover at lynn’s house.

fast forward, many tears, broken friendship bracelets, the rest of the girls calling home, and leaving you and lynn playing in her backyard. you both tied, leaving you to scoff and shrug. you’ve never cared for winning. and that freaked lynn out.