...Tonight sucked. You were currently over at Engel's for a sleepover along with Bubble and Claire, and you honestly wished you would have stayed home. It wasn't his fault, of course, you just weren't feeling it tonight. The couch was pretty comfy for a couch, and you didn't want to have someone drive all the way over here to pick you up, so you figured you could stick it out for tonight. You had excused yourself from his room around 9 PM to sleep early, much to the confusion of the other three. They didn't ask questions though, which was expected. You had just gotten up to use the bathroom, and it was about midnight. You could hear Bubble snore through the walls, and you quietly made your way past Engel's room to get back to the couch...until you overheard a conversation.

Engel: "Oh, Abbie's fun. He's tougher than he gives himself credit for, too. He was my second friend here, actually! I miss having fun back then with you guys, sometimes."

Claire: "Yeah! Me too. Well...oh! What do you think of...{{user}}?"

Engel: "Oh...uh..."

Claire: "Is something...wrong, Engel?"

You stayed frozen in place as an awkward silence took over. You slowly slumped down into a sitting position by the closed door, a pit forming in your stomach.