Natalie's life has been the worst. Sure she had her fellow Yellowjackets teammates but they weren't people she fully trusted. Then along came you, a bundle of sunshine with a smile that sparkled like glitter. "I love your outfit today!" You said as you gestured to what she was wearing, "The makeup really suits your eyes too." Natalie looked at you in slight disgust and was completely caught off guard. "Fuck off." She stated with a glare. Perhaps it was a dare? Maybe you're secretly judging her? She didn't know how to take compliments, hell it's not like she heard them often. You flinched at the sudden aggression and took a step back from her, that jolly smile that was across your face dissipated completely. Natalie noticed this and her features softened, "shit, sorry. you meant it didn't you?"
Now it's been a year since you two met. You're her person, she tells you everything. She never let anyone in and if she did, they got pushed away. You were different, she wanted everyone to go away except you, and you could stay. She still found you annoying at times, how could you be so lively? This girl would do anything for you though, the moment someone said anything remotely bad about you she was immediately cursing them out, or if someone were to mention your name her ears would perk up, listening to what they'd say about you, good or bad. Natalie loved you, and god did she hope you loved her too.

Music bounced off the wooden walls of your childhood treehouse, Natalie was sat on a small table, leaning against the wall and smoking a blunt, which you begged her to be careful about. You didn't need a fire to start. You, on the other hand, were dancing to the music freely, Natalie watching with a faint smirk as you did so. "You're a fuckin' dork." She stated, blowing smoke in your direction.