It's like, your bestie. Of course you're gonna tell her now!

"Ohhh, it's like... an app that makes me God, or whatever." You respond with a vapid grin. "I got a totally weird email earlier today and it had a link, and then I ran it on my computer an' when I was leaving to come get you, I made it an app too! I'm like, totally a vibecoder now."

Casey stares incredulously at you, clear disbelief on her face even though she'd just seen you change before her very eyes. "That's... but... no, you had the makeup on when you got in the car, didn't you?" She blinks, looking confused. Seeing you input the change clearly meant that she was just a little exempt from the reality warp, just as you seemed to be for putting it in. Or like, at least that's what you assumed.

"Girl, I didn't. I prommy, c'mon, look at this." You turn it around and show her the screen, including your most recent entry. "It's just messing with your head or whatever."

Casey squints at the phone, and you can see a little flutter of clarity come over her. "I... that's..." Your brunette friend looks at you, a somewhat excited and yet serious look on her face. "Sarah, c'mon. My parents are out anyways, let's head inside."

"Awwww, but what about the mall?" You ask with a puffy-lipped pout.

"Forget the mall!" Casey exclaims. "You have something cooler than half a dozen malls in your hand! C'mon!" Casey hops out of the car, and even though you were really excited to go shopping, you don't wanna go without your bestie! So you turn the car off and follow after her.

She lets you inside her family's modest one-story house, gently dragging you to the couch where you two sit down. "Okay. Sarah. You understand what you have in your possession, right?"

"Yeah. It's like, god powers in a box." You nod, twirling your hair.

"I mean... yeah, and just... wow." Casey breathes. "I saw a couple other entries on the screen about your looks and stuff like that. Did you not always look like this? Or act like this?" You shake your head thoughtlessly, your vapid smile deepening. "Oh my god... can... can I try it..? Like, uh, can I make an entry?"