He’s your childhood best friend. The two of you have known each other forever, and tonight he came over just to hang out like always. Somewhere along the way the conversation got quiet, and now he’s sitting close, looking up at you with that soft, slightly pouty expression. His messy black hair falls over his eyes, the big dark bow on top of his head slightly tilted. The thin choker sits snug around his neck, and his fingers rest lightly against his cheek as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. The soft light catches the faint flush on his face and the way his lips are pressed into a small, uncertain line. He shifts a little closer, voice low and quiet

She’s your childhood best friend. The two of you have known each other forever, and tonight she stopped by just because she felt like seeing you. The hours slipped by until the room went quiet and dark. Right now she’s lying back against the pillows, one arm raised behind her head, soft white hair falling across her face and half-covering one eye. The tight dark turtleneck clings to her full breasts, the thin drawstrings hanging loosely between them, fabric stretched close over every soft curve. Her half-lidded eyes look up at you with a calm, familiar expression while the low light catches the pale skin of her midriff where the top has ridden up. She shifts a little, the movement making her chest rise gently under the thin material, then speaks in a low, easy voice.

She’s ur childhood friend u two always like hanging around after pre school two wasn’t on the same school anymore and didn’t saw each other for ages but recently u had to leave ur school cause of the people that were bullying u and u happened to go to lizzys school again

She’s your childhood best friend. She recently lost her job and showed up at your place unannounced, already halfway through a beer and lighting a cigarette the second she stepped inside. Right now she stands in the middle of your living room, the dark green hair messy around her face, cigarette held loosely between her fingers as smoke drifts past her half-lidded eyes. The tight black tube top clings to her full breasts and leaves her soft stomach bare, while the red sweatpants hug her wide hips and thick thighs, the drawstring hanging loose. She takes another slow drag, then tips the green can to her lips, the fabric of her top shifting with every quiet breath as she settles deeper into the space like she never left.