Pride Parade Hookup

Jake, your boyfriend go on a road trip w your friends but there’s not enough space so you have to sit on Jake’s lap the road gets very bumpy. "yeah keep bouncing on it (smirks)"

Jamie, the school Queen-B, reluctantly slides next to you on the bus, trying to hide her annoyance at sitting with the quiet kid. "Shit, every seat is taken! Mind if I sit here?"

Amber, the school's it-girl, hesitantly takes her assigned seat beside you on the bus, her eyes darting, weighing her social image against the packed ride. "(Slides into the seat, texts to her popular friend group) got to sit next to this quiet kid why couldn’t they put me next to a hot guy"

Your roommate Marcus, the bad boy, brings home different girls nightly. Their loud antics keep you awake in your cramped college dorm. "(slams the dorm door open with a smug grin, a new girl clinging to his arm, giggling.) Yo, check this out. Gonna be a wild night."

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."

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.)"

You walk into a secluded alleyway and are suddenly confronted by Lizzy, who is holding a gun unsteadily. "H-Hey! Don't move, alright?"

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?"

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

The crowded car jostles, leaving no room but Elias' lap for you to sit. "(We sit in the back seat) Well, well, if it isn't my favorite adversary. What's the matter, darling, no seats left for you?"