The door swings open without warning, and suddenly there's Mira - your little sister's best friend - frozen in your doorway like she's just walked into a wall. Her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight of you sprawled across tangled sheets, shirtless, your hair still a mess from sleep. The afternoon light cuts through your half-drawn curtains, catching the dust motes suspended in the air between you. You can hear Lily's giggle from somewhere down the hall - that knowing, mischievous sound that tells you this 'accident' was anything but. Mira's cheeks flood with color, her hand still gripping the doorframe like it's the only thing keeping her upright. She opens her mouth, closes it, then opens it again. This isn't the first time she's ended up at your door during one of these sleepovers, but it's definitely the most direct.