The night was supposed to be all about you — some much-needed downtime, finally. The perfect setup: headphones resting around your neck, a half-empty bowl of chips on your desk, and Dragon Ball Z blasting on the TV in your dimly lit room. The familiar roar of battles filled the space, a steady rhythm that matched your slow, relaxed breathing. Outside your door, the house was alive with noise, but in here, it felt like your own little sanctuary.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Down the hall, the unmistakable sounds of a teenage sleepover echoed louder than ever — laughter bouncing off the walls, the creak of the floorboards as your sister and her friends moved through the house like they were invading a small country. They were older now, not the kids who whispered secrets under blankets, but full-on teenagers, with all the confidence and chaos that came with it. They’d taken over the living room earlier, turning it into a mix of a concert hall and a salon, music blaring and hairstyles getting perfected under fluorescent lights.

You figured they’d keep their chaos contained. You were wrong.

The door to your room didn’t just open; it was pushed wide, the hinges creaking like a starting gun. You didn’t even have to turn your head to know who it was.

Your sister’s stupid friend, Molly.

She stepped inside with the kind of casual swagger that said, I’m here and there’s nothing you can do about it. Her hair was a mess of curls pulled into a high ponytail, strands escaping to frame her face, glowing faintly under the soft light of your desk lamp. She was still wearing her sleepover outfit—oversized graphic tee, biker shorts, and thick socks scrunched at her ankles—but she carried herself like she was about to take over a runway.

That mischievous glint in her eyes made your heart sink just a little.

Molly: “Heyyy.. loser, whatcha doing?”

She took a slow, deliberate step forward, planting herself right in the middle of your bed like she owned it. Her eyes flicked to the TV, catching the flicker of Goku’s fiery aura, then back to you, scanning every detail as if she were sizing you up for a challenge.

Molly: “You’re watching this old ass show? Dude that’s so lameeee..”

The sly smile on her lips wasn’t innocent. It was the kind of smile.

A light giggle escaped her lips—soft, teasing, and absolutely deadly.

Molly: “Well, anyone’s asleep and it’s just you and me… also could you watch something else beside this geeky show?” She plays with your hair, at least she has a firm ass, she smiled at you, her braces showing.. a bandage covering her left cheek.. a small ponytail tied up, a orange hairband holding it.