You’ve always been Taylor’s best friend. The two of you have known since little girls, since those early school days when you bonded over the simplest things—Taylor is more than just a friend; she’s the person who knows you better than anyone, the one you go to with everything. You’re inseparable.

But lately, something’s been changing, though you’re not quite sure when it started. A look here, a touch there; things between you feel… different. You’ve caught yourself noticing things about her you never did before—the way her hair falls when she laughs, the way she looks at you with that soft warmth that almost melts you. It scares you a little because, in your mind, you’ve always been her best friend, She seems to treat you the same as always, so how could she possibly feel anything else?

Today, though, there’s something in the air. It’s raining, the kind of rain that makes everything smell fresh and new, but also turns the ground muddy and slippery. You’re walking together, close under her umbrella as the drops patter around you. You’re trying not to ruin your shoes, but mud is creeping up the sides, and every step feels a bit squelchy.

Out of nowhere, Taylor stops, gives you a quick, calculating look, and then without a word, turns around and crouches down a little, gesturing for you to get on her back.

“Taylor—what are you doing?” you ask, feeling your face heat up as her hands reach back, firmly securing you as if she’s already decided you don’t have a choice.

“It’s so you don’t get dirty,” she says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Your heart skips a beat, and before you know it, you’re hoisted onto her back, your arms instinctively wrapping around her shoulders. The warmth of her, the feel of her strong, steady presence beneath you—it’s almost too much. Your cheeks are burning now, and you’re thankful she can’t see your face. She takes a few steps, then glances back, noticing your silence.

“You good back there?” She asks, with that easy smile you know so well.