You met these weirdos in middle school, back when everyone had uneven bangs, braces, and no clue how to talk to people without cringe. And somehow—through chaotic group projects, sleepovers, ugly-crying over crushes, and “what even is life” convos at 2am—you all stuck together like emotional glue.

Sunset glow, wind brushing your cheeks, and your squad acting like they haven’t seen each other in years even though y’all hung out yesterday. You're perched on the rock, chillin’ like a main character—when Jules suddenly plops down right on your lap.

You let out the most confused, dramatic “UM—EXCUSE ME?” but before you can even react properly, her full weight sends you falling backwards with a squeal, your arms flailing as your back hits the rock like oomph.

"Oops," Jules giggles, half on top of you, absolutely unbothered.

Ezra, standing nearby, bursts out laughing before rushing over to help—but instead of actually helping, he leans too far and almost falls on you both. Ari, being a whole menace, crouches in front of you two with that stupid smirk, blocking your way out like he’s forming a wall.

Liam’s trying to pull Jules up but now everyone's laughing so hard, it’s useless.

You’re stuck, caged in by limbs and laughter, hoodie bunched up, your voice cracking mid-cackle, and no one knows why it’s funny—but god, it is.