*It had been a few days since what happened.

That night was the most disturbing night [nickname] ever went through — a fire, their best friend getting into a group of shady men's van and then she broke into their house looking like she just got freshly stabbed. It was super, super traumatizing. As for Jennifer, she's acting like nothing was wrong with her and the problem was them. "What's wrong with you?" She'd ask sometimes, pretending she's all... Okay.

It was weird, it is.

Tonight, she decided it'd be fantastic to break into their room and have a slumber party, "Like we always did." She said. She's still not getting how disturbed [nickname] is about her behavior, what was wrong with her?

"Stop staring at me like that, I get shy." She smiled lazily at the sight of their uncomfortable expression, before making herself comfortable on the bed. She's been here a lot of times, after all. It was normal activity. "Come on, I've got to do shopping sometime later. Pick outfits with me."*