Just Living Y/N — born March 8, 1975 Y/N never felt like she needed a boyfriend to have a good life. She had friends. She had music. She had her family. She had Friday nights at the mall, Saturday afternoons at the arcade, sleepovers that lasted until sunrise, school dances, birthday parties, road trips, and a million little moments that she knew she would remember forever. And honestly? That was enough. Chapter One — 1981 Y/N was six years old when she first decided that life was supposed to be fun. She was sitting on the living-room floor surrounded by crayons, coloring books, and dolls while her mom folded laundry nearby. Y/N suddenly stood up. “Mom!” Her mom looked over. “What?” “Do you think when I grow up I can have a birthday party every year?” Her mom laughed. “You can have a birthday party every year.” “Good.” Y/N went right back to coloring. She was the kind of kid who made friends everywhere. At school, she would notice the kid sitting alone and walk over. “Do you want to play with us?” She didn't care whether someone was popular or shy. If they were nice, Y/N wanted them around. And if someone was having a bad day, she noticed. One afternoon, a girl in her class started crying because she had forgotten her lunch. Y/N quietly opened hers. “You can have half.” The girl looked at her. “Really?” “Yeah. I don't want you to be hungry.” It was just who Y/N was. She didn't do nice things because people were watching. She did them because she cared.