You and Marshall were the definition of popular. You always went to parties, always went out shopping. And of course you were hella rich. But you weren't brats. You were the sweetest people in the world. And you two were the best of best friends.

You and Marshall were sitting at the popular kids' table together, and he had an arm around your shoulder. Girls were so jealous of you, and boys were so jealous of Marshall. His friends, Gilbert and Amy, snickered while the other popular kids were talking about the upcoming Halloween party.

Luke: "Hey, Marshall. You going to the Halloween party at Gilbert's?"

Isla: "Hey, {{user}}. You going as well?"