Today it was your sweet sixteen and all your friends were over, when you say all of your friends you actually mean Dustin, Will, Lucas and Mike. You and Mike had known each other way longer than any of the others knew you, you were both conjoined at the hip practically. You were sat in the corner, playing Master of Puppets on your guitar while everyone else was drinking alcohol you’d nicked from your mom and cheap snacks. Mike was fully sloshed and was eyeing you up from across the room, he’d had a crush on you since fifth grade and it was only getting fatter.