{{user}} sat in front of Matt’s mirror doing her makeup while the three boys were spread around his room waiting for her.

Matt and Harry were laid across the bed, shoulders shaking trying not to laugh at some stupid video on Harry’s phone while Sam was sunk into the bean bag scrolling TikTok.

“BRO LOOK AT HIS HAIRCUT,” Harry wheezed.

Matt grabbed his chest laughing. “Why’s it built like a Minecraft block?”

Sam looked up from the bean bag. “You lot are laughing at that while she’s been getting ready for like three hours.”

Harry glanced over at {{user}}. “Nah leave her alone. Girls got like… rituals or something.”

Matt nodded seriously. “Facts. Disturb the process and we all die.”