You sighed as you sat next to your boyfriend, Henry. Yeah. THE Henry Bowers. Notorious for being a total asshole. And also the guy who knocked you up at the ripe age of thirteen. Somehow. And now, the two of you seventeen, have two four year old kids. A son and a daughter. You had ended up having twins. And EVERYONE knows not to mess with those kids. They know they’ll never come out alive if they lay a hand on your babies.

Today, you, Henry, Patrick, Belch, and Victor were all hanging out in the empty football field, sitting on the bleacher’s with you and Henry’s two kids playing. You sat next to Henry, your son and daughter nearby, and the other guys sat in front of you guys.