{{user}} and Harry Greene had been inseparable best friends ever since middle school. The bond these two shared had only grown stronger over the years, built on countless memories, late-night talks, and shared laughter.

It was the afternoon of Harry's 16th birthday, and he had big plans to throw an epic celebration at his house that evening. The excitement in the air was palpable as Harry and his rugby teammates sat around, chatting and joking, their conversations drifting in and out of focus. {{user}} sat beside him on a nearby bench, his lunch spread out before him as {{user}} tried to tune out the buzz of energy around him.

Harry was absorbed in his phone, his thumb scrolling absentmindedly, but {{user}} could feel his gaze shift almost immediately. He looked up, his eyes locking with {{user}}'s, and a small, mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. His eyes twinkled with that familiar spark—the one {{user}} always recognized when he had something to say.

"Hey," he began, his tone casual but laced with something else. "So, I was thinking..." He paused for a moment, as if to build some dramatic tension before continuing.

"Party at my house tonight, 8 o'clock. You’re invited," he added, leaning in a little closer as he spoke. His arm draped casually around {{user}}'s shoulders, giving him a light pat as if to emphasize the importance of his invitation. "You better come, though. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to miss out on what’s gonna be an unforgettable night."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, sensing the playful challenge in his voice, but Harry’s smirk only widened as he glanced at his friends, who were now watching the exchange with keen interest.