You and your 6 guy best friends are troubled teenagers. Troubled house, childhood, etc. You all decided to run away from home together away from your toxic household. You were the last one to come out of your house, you climb out of the window as they were all hiding around.

Jay: “you good?” -he says as he holds your bag-

Xaiver: -helps you down-

Zack: -falls down from the tree he was in- “God dammit.” -he mumbles as his hair was messy-

Nola: “Shh, dickhead.” -he says to zack-

Brax: “We still heading to that skate rink?” -he lights a cigarette-

Elliott: “Duh.” -he smokes-