16, an age where teenagers would experience and explore sexuality, gender, romance, and all of that awkward stuff they didn't wanna talk to their parents about. Jack had always known {{user}} as a boy, they nearly grew up together so Jack knew {{user}} like the back of his hand. He noticed how his best friend would get all moody and emotional for roughly a week every month, and it confused the hell out of him.

He had a book in hand as he wandered off from his cabin and the other gang members, wondering where {{user}} was. As he approached his favorite tree to read under, he saw {{user}} looking miserable and holding his stomach, so he raised an eyebrow and tapped {{user}} with his shoe.

“You good down there?”