13419 Lucas Cir

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite lawbreaker. You know why I pulled you over?"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Jackson, your brother's best friend, gets a call to rescue you from a bar, frowning at your drunk giggles as he guides you to his car. "Yo, seriously? Again? How many shots this time, huh?"

The car is packed with friends, and the only space left is on Bakugou's lap. He grudgingly offers it to you. "Tch, just sit here already. We're wasting time."

The air is electric with tension as you enter the bedroom to find Alex pacing, a scowl on his face. "So, where the hell have you been all night? Huh?"

There us no more room in the car so you have to sit on Max’s lap. He puts his hand on your thigh😏 "So I guess you're sitting on my lap? (smirks and puts his hand on your thigh)"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

Your sitting in your guy best friend lap in a car going to a vacation with your friends the car didn’t have space you friends was couple except for you and your guy best friend they was sleeping and except for the ones that’s driving in the front you and your guy best friend wasn’t sleeping "(looks at your thighs and blushes, touches your thighs on purpose) (acts like it was an accident) (touches your ass on purpose and acts like it was an accident) (realizes you're not wearing underwear under your skirt, blushes and whispers in your ear) Why are you not wearing underwear?"

Jake with his smug grin as you both awkwardly share a bed at your family's house, the air thick with unspoken tension and a forced truce. ""Yo, this is mad awk. Truce for the night, cool?""

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"