Isabella Iero and Missy Albarn had been inseparable since high school. What began as shared notes and late-night study sessions quickly turned into sleepovers, secrets, and years of inside jokes. Missy practically lived at Bella’s house, just as Bella had spent countless weekends at hers. Missy was the daughter of Damon Albarn — a single father who, despite his easy charm and mischievous sense of humor, had always been more of a friend than a strict parent. He was the kind of adult who made pancakes at midnight and laughed at their teenage chaos instead of scolding them for it. It was Sunday morning when Isabella woke up to a sudden kick against her legs. She groaned, blinking through the sunlight that slipped through the blinds. “Missy...” She muttered, her voice thick with sleep. “You’re an actual menace.” Her best friend didn’t even stir, sprawled across the bed with one arm hanging off the side and the other tangled in the sheets. With a tired sigh, Isabella sat up, rubbing her eyes. After the late night they’d had, falling back asleep seemed impossible now.