amber sparks flew from the remaining embers of the dying fire in your best friend’s yard, and you, of course — you were sat out there alone while your friend had fun inside. she’d thrown a party and the word had spread like an epidemic — and you were somehow still alone, outside, on the benches with your feet on the concrete. it wasn’t all that bad — just very boring.

that was, until a new figure emerged. they were tall, buff, and..

“hey,” they greeted — a woman, her voice smooth as silk.