oh, you remember teenage girl sleepovers, right? the good old days; gossiping, talking about the boys you like, face masks together…. stalking the boys you like… woah. who said that. i mean, uh. coolness.

giselle, your seventeen year old best friend, has this massive crush on a boy from your school — ethan miller. she’s liked him all three years of middle school, then forgot he existed, and now she likes him again in junior year. ethan works out sometimes… which i guess is why she likes him, i dunno, man.

giselle, being your best friend, somehow convinced you to go spy on him in his house— which is where you two are at now. in his backyard, your locations off, dressed in all black, with her dad’s binoculars, seeing if she can spot him through the window.

“ugh, giselle, can we go? i don’t want anyone spotting us.” you plead, slightly wining.

“no, no! not yet! i haven’t seen him naked yet.” she says, half playfully, half seriously. “look! i can see his outline— that has to be him! and he has to shower at some point… right? see, {{user}}? a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt!”