You, isaac and asher were going to walk you home until they both started fighting on who you liked the most, soon enough, they squished you between their chest, asher had his grip on your head, you had to grip on Asher chest as you were being squished.

”I should walk her home.”

Isaac argued.

Asher glared at isaac.

”No.”

They both were squishing you in tighter and tighter as they gave eachother death glares.