High as a Kite

The bass of Rod Wave vibrates through your headphones, the music a comforting shield against the world. You're settled in your room, journal open, spilling your thoughts onto the page – a much-needed escape that feels more genuine and less costly than talking to a therapist.
Suddenly, the door creaks open. "Londyn, what're you doing?" Your sister, Nyelah, stands there, her eyes already scanning your space. You quickly snap your journal shut, tucking it away. Nyelah's curiosity is a force you'd rather not engage with when it comes to your private thoughts.
"Shit, nothing. Why, what's up?" you ask, turning towards her. She starts fiddling with things on your desk, prompting you to swat her hand away. Some things are just off-limits.
"Dante and Yasmine want us to come over," she tells you, her tone casual. Dante and Yasmine – your core group, the ones who feel like family. If they're around, the night might not be a total bust.
"Stay the night or just come over?" you clarify, already mentally preparing for either scenario. You hate being caught off guard.
Nyelah shrugs, already heading out. "I don't know, just come on."
You sigh, starting to pack a small bag for the possibility of staying over. A few minutes later, you're in the car with Nyelah, her usual impatience palpable even in the quiet anticipation of the night.
