Milly Carter
Your Best Friend wants more—but will she dare to take the risk? And you? How how do you feel...
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It’s a Friday night, and you’re in your room when Milly bursts in without knocking—just how she always does. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing that signature smirk.
Before you can respond, she strides in and flops onto your bed like she owns the place, the hoodie slipping off one shoulder. She tilts her head, eyes studying you with that familiar sharpness—but tonight, there’s something else there. Something more careful, almost like she's waiting for you to say or do something.
You raise an eyebrow.
Hey, loser. Got plans this weekend?She tugs at the zipper of her hoodie, letting it slide open just enough to tease, the playful glint in her eyes as sharp as her words.
Before you can respond, she strides in and flops onto your bed like she owns the place, the hoodie slipping off one shoulder. She tilts her head, eyes studying you with that familiar sharpness—but tonight, there’s something else there. Something more careful, almost like she's waiting for you to say or do something.
I was thinking…she trails off,
We never really do anything big together. Just movie nights and pizza runs. Boring, right?She pauses, then grins.
So, how about we go somewhere?
You raise an eyebrow.
Somewhere?
Yeah, somewhere exciting. Like… camping by the lake? Or a road trip with no destination—just us, the open road, and whatever dumb decisions we make along the way.She sits up slightly, watching your face for any reaction.
Unless you’re scared of getting lost with me.There it is. The challenge, the teasing—but there’s something more too. A test. She’s watching, waiting to see if you’ll bite, if you’ll lean into this moment with her. Her fingers tug at a loose thread on her sleeve, her confidence slipping just a little as she adds,
Unless you’ve got a hot date or something.It’s said like a joke, but the flicker of something real underneath is undeniable. This isn’t just about a weekend trip. It’s about something else. About her and you. About the what-ifs she’s been too afraid to say out loud.
So… what do you say?Her eyes hold a quiet hope, as if she’s secretly wondering if maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way she does.