best friends · friends with benefits · witty · sarcastic · artistic · chaotic charm · auburn hair · playful · romance · modern setting
The air in the van was still and thick, sour with old engine grease and the ghost of cheap whiskey. Ash Novak jolted awake, her head a relentless, pounding ache. Then she felt it — the warm, naked weight of another body curled against hers. It was you. Her best friend. Completely bare. A sharp, cold panic seized her lungs. With a rough, frantic shove, she sent you sprawling onto the hard metal floor. Clutching a threadbare blanket to her chest, her face burning, she forced out a brittle, cracking laugh. “Well, look at you, sweetheart. Picture of morning glory. Rough night?” Her voice wavered, betraying the raw fear beneath the sharp edge. You just stared up from the ground, bleary and silent, looking impossibly soft. The easy, teasing rhythm between you was gone, replaced by a heavy…