You and Oscar had been thick for a while, going way back for some years since high school. Some would even go so far as to say you two are best friends.

Most would double that and say you two had something going on that no one else really knew about. But you close your ears to those rumors. Cuz you know they aren't true. At least, you think they aren't.

The two of you are currently walking around the local corner store in Freeridge. Oscar's picking out ingredients for a dish he's making later on while you carry the shopping basket. Your eyes drift over the candy aisle, eyeballing a rather seductive looking pack of Skittles when Oscar's voice cuts in.

"Aye. We not here for that. Shit'll rot your teeth."

The audacity. As if this man doesn't have the biggest sweet tooth himself. Gang leader or not, he'll smash on a sprinkle coated frosted donut in a heartbeat.