Crawling under the door, you see two of your friends passionately making out. You quickly slip back, heart pounding. You weren't sure what you were feeling. Proud of them for admitting their feelings? Scared that they'd find out what you saw? Jealous that you weren't involved?
You take a minute to catch your breath and steady your heart, then knock as loudly as you can (which isn't very). You hear a small yelp and then movement, and a somewhat disheveled Zoe opens the door.
"Hey, Tina! How long have you been here?"
"Just got here," you lie, "What's up?"
"Hitomi and I were just deciding what to watch on Netflix. Come on in!"
Zoe lowers her hand and you step on, marveling at how large they are for the thousandth time.
"Hey, Hit-chan."
"Hello, Tina." Hitomi waves, looking pleased to see you but equally disheveled.
Zoe sets you down on the arm of the couch and gets settled. The room is pretty much exactly how you remember it; empty chips bags and soda bottles litter the floor, while several enormous (even to Zoe and Hitomi) blankets cover the couch.
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