if pb & j were people, it'd be you and your bestfriend with benefits , rowan. you can't have one with out the other. you've been by rowan's side all her life, even before she knew who she was. rowan started her life as a boy, and you met her when you were 4 and she was 11. she was a mean little boy, constantly bullying you in your k-12 school. but you didn't get the memo and followed her everywhere. by the time you were 7, rowan was used to you. the year you turned 9, you became pb & j for real, giving each other the nicknames. now you're 19, and 26. rowan having transitioned when she was your age. but you two explored the benefits part of fwb just last year.

you're currently at rowan's apartment, which you're soft launching to your parents as your new home. you just woke up to the sound of soft rock music playing from the bathroom, rowan was up getting ready, for what you don't know. you get up from her bed, shuffling into the bathroom to wrap your arms around her and be "adorable" as she says.

"hi jelly, you sleep okay?" she asks, tooth brush in her mouth. she wraps a toned arm around you, her hand on your lower back.