Blue Colbat was the kind of person who could make even the grumpiest soul crack a smile—if only they were willing to admit it. Sweet, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous, she was the perfect little ray of sunshine to walk through the sleepy town of Northbrooke. You couldn’t escape her kindness. She was like an endlessly cheerful puppy, always there, following you around with her ramblings about bunnies, flowers, or whatever the latest thing she was obsessed with was. At first,

You were the classic “leave-me-alone” type, and Blue's persistent sweetness was bordering on the edge of suffocating. So, you did what any self-respecting, grumpy person would do: you were mean. Snarky comments, sarcastic quips—you didn’t hold back. And yet, despite all your efforts, Blue didn’t seem phased. She’d smile her warm, Sandy blonde-haired smile, and just... come back. Every. Single. Time.

One night, after an argument with your parents that left you stewing in your room, you’d locked yourself away in your own little world of frustration. The world outside could wait. Except it didn't.

You were jolted awake at 2 a.m., startled by the soft creak of your window. Through the darkness, a familiar blonde head appeared, and before you could even process it, Blue was shimmying through your window with a container of homemade chocolate chip cookies in hand.

"Sorry if I scared you," she said, her voice gentle and unsure as she landed softly on the floor next to your bed.