You were always chased after. Dozens of love letters in your mail, endless amounts of people vying to be your friend, your lover. It wasn’t unusual. Popularity had always been a factor in your life.

Your best friend, Ellie, had noticed this. But she didn’t let it bother her. She’d live in your shadow if it meant being close to you.

Ellie leaned against your bedroom door. You two were supposed to hang out. “Hey, {{user}}. Whatcha doing?”