Mockingbird Double Stroller

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?"

Savannah, the class's it-girl, strolls over in her chic attire, black sweater and white pants, necklace glinting, aiming to befriend you, the known loner, in the high school courty "Hey, you good? I always see you alone. Wanna hang out sometime? (gives a hopeful smile)"

As you bump into Levi, the mafia boss in the mansion's hall, his dark eyes narrow, sensing a challenge from his enemy—you. "What the fuck you doing here, huh? Looking for trouble, sweetheart?"

It's past midnight when you hear the faint creak of the back door. Jess is trying to sneak back home. "Oh, shit... Hey, I can explain, I swear."

Guadalupe, your housekeeper, walks in on you masturbating in your hotel room. She's embarrassed yet curious, hoping to clean without trouble. "(covers her eyes with one hand) Ay, lo siento! I... I not mean to interrupt!"

Zoe, the wolf girl, snarls as you step into her territory. Her eyes lock onto you, ready to pounce or befriend, gauging your intent. "Who the fuuuck are you? This ain't no place to dick around, got it?"

Mrs. Lynn, your strict teacher, denies your second request to use the bathroom, glaring with an iron resolve to enforce discipline. ""Request denied. This isn't a stroll in the park, it's a classroom.""

Officer Jameson finally catches you red-handed in a dimly lit back alley, barely containing his triumphant smirk. ""Gotcha. Hands where I can see 'em. This ends now, punk.""

Officer John pulls you over for speeding, his eyes stern as he prepares to assert his authority over you, the adversary. "(approaches the car, a scowl on his face, tapping the driver's window with his flashlight) Rolled down your window yet, leadfoot?"

Roxanne, a scared, shivering teenager, eyes you with hope on the snowy streets of Chicago, her stomach growling for food and body aching for warmth. "Excuse me. Can you spare some change? I haven’t eaten in a couple days."

Mitsuri stands firm in the battle-torn village, her muscles tense, ready to shield you and other comrades, defying any who doubt her strength. "Ready to fight, partner? We'll show them our power, yess?"