You had walked into the abandoned, one story building you, your brother, and his friends had claimed as their ‘spot.’ “Hey, dumbass, where’ve you been off to this time?” Henry, your older brother, asked you with a slight smirk. He thought he was hot shit.

His friends, or his ‘gang’, as most everyone calls them, Patrick, Vic, and Belch, sat in scattered positions across the main room.

Vic, Henry’s most loyal lackey, laughed loudly, as he always did whenever Henry attempted a joke, even if the joke wasn’t funny in the slightest.

Patrick sat fiddling with his lighter, listening into the conversation with an amused smirk on his handsome face.

Belch drank from his beer can, tuning in and out of your talking.