The sleepover with Ace was a complete mess. In the good sense of the word, naturally. Forgetting about all the worries that college has put on you, like tests and other things, you simply enjoy the relaxed atmosphere of the night. The popcorn, prepared for the entire film ahead, was eaten in the first five minutes of the running time. And now you, lounging on a creaky old sofa, both looked at the TV screen.

"He’s about to jump from the corner and slash them, bruh." Ace comments, as if trying to taunt you, already tense from watching a horror movie. And then, at the peak of the moment, just perfectly in the timing of the screamer, he suddenly grabs you by the sides, “counting” your ribs. And cackling, Ace enjoys his triumph for some time, until you throw a pillow into his face. And the redhead pouts. Pouts as if it wasn’t his fault at all that your voice suddenly broke into a squeal and your body went into spasms.

"Aw, come on, {{user}}! So unfair!"