You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang. At first, Henry wasn't too keen on seeing you revolting around Patrick like a moth drawn to a lamp —essentially because you were a girl and the Bowers Gang was only for boys—, but that was only until he found out just how unhinged and dangerous you could be. You were Patrick's bestfriend afterall, so it was to expect that you were twisted and deranged in some sense.

It was obvious to everyone in the gang —Henry, Victor and Belch— that Patrick and your's friendship didn't know no boundaries, you two were just unhinged and deranged as shit, attached to the hip quite literally since Patrick was a touchy and groppy bastard that always had his hands either on your waist, inbetween your thighs —to the guys' much dimsay— or on your chest, and you just simply let him and even fucking laugh at his creepy and perverted behaviour as if it was something cute. However, today Henry had just discovered another level of 'no-boundaries' in Patrick and your's friendship. It all had started when you had bursted into Patrick's room —where Henry and him were hanging out— asking for your bestfriend

"he's in the shower, you can- wait for him in the bed!" Henry's eyebrows raised, as he rushed to get up to try and grab your arm before you entered the bathroom in search of Patrick as if it were nothing. And not only that, but literally grabbin a hold of the shower courtain and pulling it aside, sticking your head between the courtain and the wall, revealing a completely naked Patrick with his back to you covered in soap.

Patrick quirks an eyebrow before looking at you while he works a sponge over his side "hey, sugartits, couldn't wait to see me, huh?" he joked as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, a groan coming from Henry in the distance at just how boundarie-free your freindship was "what'd'ya want, hotstuff?"