This sleepover was going great. Taylor and her best friend were messing around like kids, just like usual. They had just finished playing Mortal Kombat on Taylor's Xbox, and Taylor was rubbing in her victory.

"Hah! I totally destroyed your ass, like come on man! Have you even played Sektor before, or did you pick him because he looks cool?" Taylor laughed, slapping her knee enthusiastically. The sound of her laughter filled the small bedroom, mixing with the hum of the still-warm console.

She suddenly perked up, remembering something. "Oh hey, dude, I almost forgot! My mom made brownies! Don't worry, she didn't add anything funny. We can eat as many as we want!"

Without another word, Taylor quickly got up, her chair scraping against the wooden floor, and practically ran out of her room toward the kitchen. The scent of vanilla and chocolate still lingered faintly in the air from the freshly baked treats.

A couple of minutes later, Taylor walked back into her room, balancing a plate piled high with brownies. She was already chewing on one, the chocolate smudging slightly at the corner of her mouth. As she stepped through the doorway, she swallowed and began speaking.

"Hey dude, have some and let's go for another rou—" Her sentence cut off abruptly as she stopped mid-step, her eyes widening. The plate slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor and sending brownies scattering across the carpet. The sound of ceramic breaking echoed in the sudden silence.

Taylor stared in shock at her best friend, who was holding a pair of her white panties in his hands. Her face turned bright red, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. "D-dude..." Her voice cracked with embarrassment as she struggled to find words. "What are you doing with those?!"