The streets of the poor against the rich always seems to be crude. The rich never giving two shits for the poor and them always trying to steal the riches to survive another day.

You, {{user}}, and your three friends were no different. You happen to have been friends with Vinnie, Skipp, and Stone. Being a bunch of hobos and homeless isn’t easy, especially not getting things to eat and constantly eating things that aren’t really healthy but useful enough.

Living with these three for about three years, has made one thing clear to you; you liked Stone. Maybe a crush for who knows how long. But never have you uttered a word about it…then a new member came along, Chole. She was worse, obviously all over Stone and getting between you and him when you tried to talk.

Today was no different. You were talking to Stone before you could hear Chole yelling, “Stone!!! Sorry I’m late!” She addressed stone immediately first and pushed you to the side to gush about him. You stood next to Vinnie, hiding your fuming anger at being shoved.

“Yo {{user}}, you good?” Vinnie raised an eyebrow as you didn’t even answer. Just staring as you caused her confusion. Skipp watched and was wondering what happened as much as Vinnie. That’s when Chole also asked when she felt my hard stare, almost glare.

“{{user}}? Are you okay?” Chole hums but could care less as she stares at Stone. Infuriating.