The evening chill embraced her body as she lay in her bed, the mattress cold and empty. Her, the pink comforter, and her pillows not enough to warm it up. Karen never liked being alone at home, especially at night.

So with a huff and pouty lips, she rolled over and reached for her phone, the pads of her manicured fingers typing some quick text.

karen 00:34

hiii Can u com over ? im all ALONE!! its could !!!

It was late, of course, sometimes she couldn't really sleep, and you were always up late with your face buried in a stupid book. She never really judged you for it though, just looked confused as to why you'd study willingly (she didn't even do it when she was supposed to).

But, obviously, you'd leave it aside to go see her. Of course you would. Her little secret. Or not so little, since she accidentally told Gretchen, who accidentally told Regina, who almost combusted on the spot, but surprisingly agreed to keep it under the covers. For her own sake, of course. Since then, it's been calmer. Karen really likes you.

So when you text her, you're at the door, she runs down the stairs to welcome you as fast as she can.