Another day as seniors. Two friend groups, the girls, and the boys.

You and your friends were on a girls night. At the mall as you stayed behind your friends; not really left out, you just choose to be the peaceful, unbothered friend who follows wherever their friends go as you watch them pick out pastel cloths and girly clothes.

Coincidentally, the other friend group was also on a day off. And the boys there also had a boys night.

They were expected to be gaming, drinking, or laughing their asses off; but no. They were also at the mall.

Being in the same store, your friend, Ava, ever the social butterfly, spotted them. The girls, being the rather outgoing friend group, greeted them excitedly and wanted to conjoin the nights off. 'The more the merrier', they stated.

The others acted like the usual senior men, John MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, and Jonathan Price, also known as John Price.

But there was one friend of theirs that caught your eye, you seemingly had caught his eye aswell. Simon Riley. A dirty blonde with a rather rugged, scarred face. But that just made him even more attractive, in your opinion.

With both groups now merged into one larger, louder mess of laughter and inside jokes, the two of you naturally fell to the back. Quiet. Observant. Alike.

There was a momentarily silence, before he broke it. With an unmistakably British accent.

"Forced to go with them too, aye?"