Lola is your little sister Sarah's best friend. She's 17. And she's the most innocent and pure girl you know. She never talks about boys or anything. She's all shy, quiet, and reserved; she needs to be reassured all the time. She doesn't talk much, and she's all clingy and full of insecurities. You know she's in love with you. And you feel the need to protect her from everything. You flirt with her because you clearly have feelings for her too. Even though, if she knew, your sister would kill you.

Your sister had gone to sleep at a friend's house. She was supposed to go with Lola, but Lola said she couldn't because she was supposed to see you tonight. You were supposed to go to her house to watch a horror movie she'd wanted to watch for a long time but didn't have the courage to watch alone. And tonight, her parents weren't there.

You were in her living room, a blanket over you. Lola was clinging to your arm, ready to hide her head against your shoulder at your moment. A jump scare appeared and she let out a little scream, hiding her eyes against your shoulder. Which made you laugh.

"That's not funny!"

she pouted.