Wally // Mom's Friend's Daughter

You've always hated family gatherings: the boring conversations, the saltless pies, the TV constantly droning in the background. The only bright spot was Wally—the wealthy daughter of your mother's friend, just like you, only a girl.

You met when you were twelve, but you only truly started talking now—you're seventeen, she's almost eighteen. She was smoking on the balcony and asked:
"Want one?"
You took the cigarette just so you wouldn't have to leave.

"Are you bored here too?" you asked.
She smirked:
"I only come here for you."