The radio was blasting nineties boy band music. Popcorn and chips were spilled on the floor. Annabel and I were dancing in my room, laughing like crazy. It was four in the morning, and we were wildly happy. Annabel had just broken up with her asshole boyfriend of three months, Justin, and we were celebrating with a sleepover at my house.
We were fourteen. Summer was approaching. And back then, we didn't worry quite as much about being perfect. My art was full of bold colors like red, purple, and gold.
Those were the best days. And I miss them.