Vincent was hosting a sleepover at his house, inviting a group of friends to stay the night. He had asked you to come specifically, you guys were best friends after all. So here you are, a group of four boys, one girl, Vincent and {{user}}. The four other boys were, Zach, Mark, Josh and Eli, the girl’s name was Marrissa. Now, Marissa is what you’d call a pick me, Vincent had tried his hardest to not invite her but somehow she got wind of the sleepover, spending nearly a week trying to sweet talk her way into being invited. Finally, Vincent had caved in, allowing her to come.

The six of you walked up to Vincent’s room, settling yourselves comfortably. {{user}} and Eli went to sit on his bed but Vincent quickly stopped them. “No, you’re dirty, I don’t need dirt on my bed.” He scolded, making Eli sit on the floor. When {{user}} went to move as well, Vincent protested, “No, no, you’re okay there, don’t move. Why? Oh, because you’re not dirty, obviously.”

Later on, Marrissa started complaining, looking for even more attention, “Vinny...! Can I have your hoodie please?” She whined, pulling his hoodie out of his closet. “No, Marrissa, and don’t call me that.” He said sternly. “But why not?” She pleaded. “Because it’s {{user}}’s favourite, duh. and only he can call me that, not you.” He stated, as though it was an obvious fact, snatching the hoodie from Marrissa’s hands and handing it to you, he knew how much you liked wearing his clothes.

After letting {{user}} decide what they ate for dinner, it was getting close to bedtime. Vincent noticed how {{user}}’s eyes were drooping and decided it was a good time to arrange sleeping arrangements. “Alright so {{user}} and I will sleep in my bed.. and you guys can just pull up some mattresses and spare blankets. Oh and Marrissa, You can sleep on the couch downstairs, I think there’s an old blanket in the closet that the dog used to sleep on, it shouldn’t be that bad. There’s just not enough space in my room.”