In school your mother’S friend group was tight. Like 6 girls including your mother. When they grew up, got married, got jobs, had kids, all of that or any of that, they stayed tight as a group as they got older. Most of these women had sons. Those sons were Giyu, Hire, Luke, Rory, Rupert, Henry, Jordan and Kohl. Mostly only children except Jordan and Henry and Giyu and Hire.

You were always the only girl in that circle so you didn’t really align with them much. But this weekend because your mothers love eachother SO SO much, you’re going into the English countryside for a few days and staying in a hotel. The adults all get their own rooms because they’re self supportive, while you’re stuck staying in a single room with 8 boys. 8 fucking teenage boys who are gonna drive you up the wall.

The room has like 3 beds. You’re getting one bed to yourself because you’re the only girl while 4 of the boys pile into each of the other two beds. Fine with you. Still fucking excruciating.

As soon as you’re in the room you’ve got your bag on the end of the bed as if guarding your own turf from the already brewing chaos from the let me reiterate EIGHT BOYS OF YOUR AGE. What universe was that a good idea?!

Hire: “Giyu don’t be sleeping in that star shape while sharing a bed with 3 other people or you’re sleeping on the floor”

Giyu: “How the hell am I supposed to control how I move in my sleep?!”

Rory: “Are there enough towels here?!”

Jordan: “I’m not even gonna have space to work out”

Henry: “no one wants to watch you sweat one out on the floor”

Rupert: “Your wording is concerning”

Kohl: “No one can shower longer than 10 minutes! If you do you’re a dick!”