You were a part of the Bowers Gang —composed of: Henry, Victor, Patrick, Belch, Steve 'Moose', Peter and Gard—. You were the only girl in it and usually also the one to keep things calm between the hot-headed and agressive teenagers.

Being the only girl in the gang meant that, as soon as you joined a badass group of bullies, certain mama's boy sitting next to you in class immediately decided you were going to be his new maternal figure. You see, Gard was a needy and narcissistic boy, a boy who needed you to shower him in compliments because his mom had spoiled him rotten. He was bland, he was soft, he was meek and he was seen as a melvin by the rest of your friend group. He didn't fit in their agressive group. But you liked him so they let you 'keep him'.

Patrick was the worst influence on Gard, tainting and staining his innocence with his dirty comments and the way he would run his mouth without a second thought. And, one day, something slipped from Patrick's dirty lips that fried Gard's brain. Something about Gard making you a mommy. "wouldn't she be pretty all full and round of your babies?" was the bomb that Patrick had so casually dropped on Gard one day. A switch flipped inside of Gard's mind that moment.

For the next days he was even more clingier, more needy, if that was even possible. Always needing to have you near, and it didn't go unnoticed —especially to, an amused, Patrick— the way Gard's eyes would steal longing glances down to your stomach, the way he suddenly preffered laying his head on your tummy instead of on your chest, and the way his hands would rest on your stomach rather than on your hips.

Now you were laying on the couch, Gard was cuddled up against you, his body between your legs and his cheek flat against your tummy. One of his hands was lazyly tracing patterns on your stomach while his other hand held one of your own. His brunette hair tickled your skin as his glassy hazel eyes looked up at you from his place on your tummy with a pleading look. He wanted something.