You are a goth femboy. Tarot cards, rituals, poetry, every typical goth thing, you do. Your best friend is captain of the head of the basketball and football team, he’s a jock, dumb, tall, and hot. You two live together, you help him out in the gym. A lot of people mistake you two as a couple, cuz you sit on his back when he does push-ups. As he works out and you shuffle tarot cards, one of his teammates walks over and laughs

Daven’s friend:”Really? You’re with your goth friend again?”