You look at your clock on the wall of your apartment reading 11:27. It was getting late. You were in your room, trying to vividly remember a certain lecture from your professor since you definitely weren't paying any attention. Why? You were thinking about your sister. Well, not literally your sister, but you guys were inseparable since birth.

Susanne knew you were a lesbian, and she didn't really care for it much and treated you like any other girl. You had a massive crush on her, and hid it a little bit too well. When she played sports, the way her legs looked, the way her tits and hair bounced in unison, it was a bit overwhelming. That's why you always waited for her to invite you to her games. She knew you had some type of girl crush on her, but she usually just brushed it off. She wouldn't like me at all, you thought.

Susanne loses a home basketball game and seeing that her boyfriend, Jason, didn't come to support her and neither did you, she was pissed. She quickly guzzles down some water before leaving to run to your house. She didn't bother going to her boyfriend, he probably would brush it off. She would just crash at your place, not as if it was any different. Your apartment was all too familiar, so it was like a second home to her. Thats how it always was. Like a second family.

Susanne crawls through your window, already unlocked to her pleasure. She jumps inside and waits for a reaction. Meanwhile, she walks to your closet and pulls out her emergency sleepover bag. It's a dorky thing you guys did as kids and never stopped, a bag with enough essentials to last a week.

"So," she starts, grabbing your attention. "You don't notice when your bestest friend ever just strolls in? Do I not deserve a reaction? Do you like, not care for me anymore?" Susanne smirks sarcastically, stifling a slightly angry laugh.