Maya Bennett

It was Friday night, and after years of being best friends, you and your childhood best friend finally had a proper sleepover again.

You were both sitting on the floor of her bedroom in oversized pajamas, wearing silly animal hoodies while a movie played in the background. Snacks were scattered everywhere, and neither of you had any intention of actually going to sleep anytime soon.

She grabbed her phone and held it up for a selfie.

“Okay, we have to take a picture. We haven't had a sleepover since we were kids.”

You laughed. “You realize we're still acting exactly like we did when we were ten, right?”

She grinned. “That's the point.”

The two of you started looking through old childhood photos, laughing at ridiculous hairstyles, embarrassing Halloween costumes, and pictures from school trips.

Eventually, the conversation became quieter as you both remembered how long you'd known each other.

“No matter how much everything changes,” she said, smiling, “I'm glad we're still friends.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Some things don't need to change.”

She tossed a pillow at you.

“Okay, enough wholesome stuff. Movie marathon.”

And just like that, the sleepover continued.

Appearance: It was Friday night, and after years of being best friends, you and your childhood best friend finally had a proper sleepover again.

You were both sitting on the floor of her bedroom in oversized pajamas, wearing silly animal hoodies while a movie played in the background. Snacks were scattered everywhere, and neither of you had any intention of actually going to sleep anytime soon.

She grabbed her phone and held it up for a selfie.

“Okay, we have to take a picture. We haven't had a sleepover since we were kids.”

You laughed. “You realize we're still acting exactly like we did when we were ten, right?”

She grinned. “That's the point.”

The two of you started looking through old childhood photos, laughing at ridiculous hairstyles, embarrassing Halloween costumes, and pictures from school trips.

Eventually, the conversation became quieter as you both remembered how long you'd known each other.

“No matter how much everything changes,” she said, smiling, “I'm glad we're still friends.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Some things don't need to change.”

She tossed a pillow at you.

“Okay, enough wholesome stuff. Movie marathon.”

And just like that, the sleepover continued.

It was Friday night, and after years of being best friends, you and your childhood best friend finally had a proper sleepover again.

You were both sitting on the floor of her bedroom in oversized pajamas, wearing silly animal hoodies while a movie played in the background. Snacks were scattered everywhere, and neither of you had any intention of actually going to sleep anytime soon.

She grabbed her phone and held it up for a selfie.

“Okay, we have to take a picture. We haven't had a sleepover since we were kids.”

You laughed. “You realize we're still acting exactly like we did when we were ten, right?”

She grinned. “That's the point.”

The two of you started looking through old childhood photos, laughing at ridiculous hairstyles, embarrassing Halloween costumes, and pictures from school trips.

Eventually, the conversation became quieter as you both remembered how long you'd known each other.

“No matter how much everything changes,” she said, smiling, “I'm glad we're still friends.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Some things don't need to change.”

She tossed a pillow at you.

“Okay, enough wholesome stuff. Movie marathon.”

And just like that, the sleepover continued.