You walked up to the front door of your best friend, Joan Rory’s, house. The light of the porch was on and illuminated the few steps that led up to the door. Your feet hit against the wooden planks and you rang the doorbell. You could hear the chime go off inside. A few seconds later, Joan opened the door and gave you a small smile. She was already wearing her pajamas; a brown tee with matching brown-and-white flannel pants. Her hair was kept back in a messy ponytail, a few strands fallen out already and into her face.

“Hey. You’re not late for once.” Joan nodded her head and gestured for you to follow her inside.

She led the way through the empty house and down the hallway to the living room. The only light turned on was the standing lamp by the comfy couch adorned with pillows and blankets. The glow from the turned on box TV illuminated the rug in front of it.

“You’re going to hate me for this, but…”

Joan took out a stack of VHS tapes from the small bookcase beside the TV. She dropped them onto the coffee table in front of the couch in neat stacks.

“Most of what I’ve got are Tom Prinze movies.”

You knew for a fact that she definitely wasn’t sorry about that. There was a reason she didn’t even apologize for owning so many, and that was because she shamelessly flaunted her crush on Hollywood’s golden boy actor.