Wally // Mom's Friend's Daughter

You always hated family gatherings—the boring conversations, the unsalted pies, the TV always on in the background. The only bright spot was Wally, your mom's friend's rich daughter, just like you, only a girl.

You met when you were twelve, but you only really started talking now—you're seventeen, she's almost eighteen. She was smoking on the balcony and said:

• Want?
  You took a cigarette just so you wouldn't have to leave.

"Are you bored here too?" you asked.
She chuckled:

• I'm coming only for you.