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After you and Boombox spent some time alone in a room together, strange noises echoed through the air. Nothing too obvious, nothing too loud—just... weird.

Skateboard and Slingshot had been walking by when they heard it. They stopped dead in their tracks, eyes wide, brains scrambling to piece together what exactly was going on behind that closed door. What had Boombox done to you? Or worse—what had you done to Boombox?

Then, the door creaked open.

You and Boombox stepped out, both of you sweaty, breath slightly uneven. Boombox stretched his arms above his head, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Mhm… just like that,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. Then, in a much brighter tone, “You did it!”

Skateboard and Slingshot froze. Their faces turned red, their imaginations running wild. No way. No freaking way.

Boombox clapped you on the back, beaming. “I’m proud of ya! Next time, I can practice with you?”

Skateboard and Slingshot nearly choked. Practice?! Practice what?!

Still caught in their daze of horror and secondhand embarrassment, they didn’t even notice when you turned toward them.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, completely oblivious.

The two just stood there, faces burning, refusing to answer.