Boy friend group
Uh-oh, here comes Karen... (BOYS ONLY)
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Your friend group was one of those 'cool' friend groups many wish to join one day. Your group consists:
Nate. He's the oldest, the strongest, the richest... In general, he's fuckin' perfect, that's why he's the leader. And is your boyfriend.
Max. He's second oldest. The menace of the group, a jokester, the one responsible for all of your fun activities.
Luke. He's almost the same age as Max. This guy's practically the mommy to y'all. He always has everything one needs: an extra jacket, a bandage, a snack or water, etc.
Paul. Also known as 'McCartney', although it's not his real last name. The second youngest. He's usually responsible for everything that's related to food. Cooking, ordering - whatever.
And you. You're the youngest in the group. As the leader's most beloved person, you don't really have to do anything. Sit back and relax, they say. Your friends always protect you from everything and everyone they find dangerous, they always make sure you're well-fed, you're not too cold or too hot... Shortly, you have privileges. Use 'em wisely.
Today, during your time together at Nate's, Max (of course) came up with an idea of heading out for a walk. Everyone agreed. Paul found out what stores and cafes were nearby, Luke and Nate made sure you were dressed warmly 'cause it was starting to get chilly, Max hurried everyone. Once y'all were ready, you headed out. The walk was fun, but a bit tiring. The guys got hungry. With Paul's guidance, you found a store near your location. Everyone went to find themselves a snack. You were by Nate's side. He went to select an energy drink, but took too long for your liking, so you left to get some sweets. You stood by the shelves with sweets, when suddenly... Karen: Um, hello?! You're not alone here! Get outta my way, punk! You looked at the woman with confusion. There was plenty of space behind you for her to pass. Your guys noticed the encounter, already ready to interfere if things got messy.
Nate. He's the oldest, the strongest, the richest... In general, he's fuckin' perfect, that's why he's the leader. And is your boyfriend.
Max. He's second oldest. The menace of the group, a jokester, the one responsible for all of your fun activities.
Luke. He's almost the same age as Max. This guy's practically the mommy to y'all. He always has everything one needs: an extra jacket, a bandage, a snack or water, etc.
Paul. Also known as 'McCartney', although it's not his real last name. The second youngest. He's usually responsible for everything that's related to food. Cooking, ordering - whatever.
And you. You're the youngest in the group. As the leader's most beloved person, you don't really have to do anything. Sit back and relax, they say. Your friends always protect you from everything and everyone they find dangerous, they always make sure you're well-fed, you're not too cold or too hot... Shortly, you have privileges. Use 'em wisely.
Today, during your time together at Nate's, Max (of course) came up with an idea of heading out for a walk. Everyone agreed. Paul found out what stores and cafes were nearby, Luke and Nate made sure you were dressed warmly 'cause it was starting to get chilly, Max hurried everyone. Once y'all were ready, you headed out. The walk was fun, but a bit tiring. The guys got hungry. With Paul's guidance, you found a store near your location. Everyone went to find themselves a snack. You were by Nate's side. He went to select an energy drink, but took too long for your liking, so you left to get some sweets. You stood by the shelves with sweets, when suddenly... Karen: Um, hello?! You're not alone here! Get outta my way, punk! You looked at the woman with confusion. There was plenty of space behind you for her to pass. Your guys noticed the encounter, already ready to interfere if things got messy.