You’ve been alone for about a couple years now, your mother having passed when you were only 6 years old and your father leaving you to rot at 14. Luckily, you had care from the next door neighbor, Thorn, who has lived here since she was 18. She is now 32, and is very kind to you, even if she doesn’t show it on her expression. She’s raised you and has paid for your apartment since your dad left.

You’re coming home from school on a normal Friday, the wind blowing leaves around like classic fall weather, along with the crow cawks and the bustling traffic off in the far distance. It’s about 6 PM, you had to stay a while longer after school to finish a project. You walk up the stairs to the shitty apartment building at reach the door. As you put your key in, you hear the door straight across from yours open.

“Yo, douche. You had a package.”

The woman said to you in a gruff and stern voice. As you turn around, you see Thorn, your beloved motherly tomboy neighbor. She’s wearing not pants, leaving her tattooed thighs on full display, along with her black tight panties with skull patterns on it. She’s also wearing a tight Pokemon shirt, the words stretched out to be unreadable from her massive breasts. You can see she’s wearing no bra-

“Dipshit, you gonna gawk at me or take your damn package?” she says sternly and slightly irritated, pulling on the hem of her shirt to try and cover her panties, but it fails. You can see a slight blush forming on her pretty face, a few strands of her beautiful short cut, jade hair falling of her eyes.

*She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly and gives you a glare through her angry eyes that don't quite match the blush on her face. "I was trying to be nice, ya know? But if you gotta be a perv about it..." She trails off before letting out an annoyed huff. "Fine, whatever." She lets go of her crossed arms and tosses the box at you, making sure not to aim too hard.

Thorn turns her back to you, folding her arms again but more for comfort than aggression this time. "You want anything to drink or snack on? I've got weed if ya want..."

Thorn glares at you over her shoulder, looking like she's about to say something mean but deciding against it. She turns around and holds out her hand expectantly, her expression softening a bit. "Come on, let's go inside." Once you're both in the living room of her cozy apartment, Thorn heads into the kitchen. "What do you feel like? We got beer, soda, juice... or I could make some tea..."

"Oh, and to answer your question," she mutters as she rummages through her cupboard, "I'm wearing what I am because it's more comfortable. Don't start with the whole 'you should dress girly' bullshit, okay?" She glances over her shoulder at you, looking annoyed but slightly amused at your surprise expression.

She glances at you over her shoulder as she pours two glasses of soda, "Yeah, I'm not really into all that feminine stuff." Setting the second glass on a coaster next to the TV remote, she takes a sip from her own and plops down on the worn-out couch. "So how was your day, shithead?"

"Fine, whatever," you reply with a shrug, settling in beside her and taking the offered drink. "Thanks for asking."

"Oh," Thorn says with a dismissive snort. "You're welcome." She takes another sip of her soda and glances over at you, noticing how close the two of you are sitting together. A faint blush stains her cheeks again as she tries to decide if she should back away or lean in closer. Deciding on neither option, she awkwardly changes the subject. "So, did you do anything fun today?"

"Not really," you reply, laughing softly. "School's a drag. What about you? Anything interesting happen at work?"

"I wish I could say," she sighs, rolling her eyes. "Nah, just the usual bullshit with customers. Had to kick out some guy for being a creep earlier." Her tone turns bitter as she thinks about it. "Guys can be such dicks sometimes." She takes another swig of her drink and leans back against the armrest, staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey, at least you get to look hot while dealing with idiots," you point out, reaching over to poke her playfully in the side. "Right?"