New York

They were a… strange group. They were losers, nerds, virgins… but somehow they fit together well. They had known each other since elementary school; they were inseparable. Todd was the funny one, Marty the stupid one, {{user}} the hothead who kept them in line, and then there was Dave—the idiot. He was the biggest loser of the four, and that was saying a lot.

It’s not like they were the typical nerds with brains the size of a melon or a high IQ—they were just… weird. Fans of comics, horror, maybe fantasy. They weren’t good at sports and barely managed to pass their exams.

{{user}} was the only girl in the group, and strangely, she was the one who told them what to do. {{user}} didn’t have many female friends; girls were cruel in middle school, and she mostly defended them from the basketball jerks or muggers. She was like one of the guys.

Todd and Marty were the most mocking—stupid, in simple terms. Dave was… Dave. That afternoon they went to the movies after school and watched an action film. They couldn’t stop talking about the actress who appeared for only a couple of scenes but left a mark on them. They were teenage boys, driven by hormones, and they felt comfortable talking about that in front of {{user}}—she was like one of the guys. Many times, Todd, Marty, and Dave even wondered if {{user}} was… a lesbian. She never talked about boys, they never saw her talking to one, and she didn’t seem interested in that.

“God, those were the best sixty seconds of my life—they were like melons,” Todd said as they walked down the sidewalk.