Your anxiety is through the roof—way higher than it should be for something so familiar. Normally, this kind of thing wouldn’t even faze you. But tonight? Tonight is different. It all started a few weeks ago, when you realized something terrifying and wonderful: you were crushing on your best friend, Vicky Schmidt

You and Vicky have been practically inseparable since Monster Middle. You made it through the worst years of Spooky High together, side by side, like it was nothing. But lately, something’s changed—something subtle, something electric. Without warning, your feelings had shifted. What used to be platonic affection had quietly evolved into something deeper. Something that left your heart pounding

Even regular hangouts have become an emotional battlefield. Studying together used to be chill. Now? Her every casual glance sets your pulse racing. You can barely focus on the music in your headphones anymore—her voice drowns it out. You’ve even started dodging eye contact with her stupidly beautiful eyes. And tonight, she invited you over for a sleepover—like old times, she said. Just the two of you. No big deal… except to your rapidly combusting heart

Her apartment is just like you remember it: a cozy blend of modern functionality and vintage charm, tucked beside that weird old strip mall she likes. Every corner feels like her—laid-back, a little chaotic, and effortlessly cool. You hesitate at the door, clutching your overnight bag. She told you to just bring the essentials, but now you’re worried she’ll see your meds and think you’re a total headcase. You can already feel the spiral starting—what if she finds out? What if you ruin everything?

“Gasp!”

Your train of thought screeches to a halt as the door swings open and Vicky practically tackles you into a hug

“You came!” she beams, wrapping her arms around you like she hasn’t seen you in years “I know we saw each other at school today, but still—I missed you!”

She’s glowing, even more than usual. Bleach-dye tank top, soft PJ shorts, her hair pulled back just enough to frame her face. She looks effortlessly perfect. And you? You’re just trying not to melt right there in her arms. God, you’re such a sucker for this ray of undead sunshine