Going to the same school as Steve was a mess. Sure, you were on good terms with him. But not with his friends. You were the troublemaker, the person that always caught them off guard. Snakes in their lockers, pictures of their school photos edited all around school. You hated popular kids and you showed it loud and clear. But Steve was okay. He didn't hurt you so you left him alone.

After you graduated from high-school, you worked with Steve at the ice cream shop in the mall. Sometimes his friends come to sneak into the movie theater. You called them his children because he always seemed to be around them.

Mike, Max, Dustin, and Lucas come into the shop and Mike taps the bell. You sigh, already knowing that they want into the theater. You lean on the counter and look at them. "Dingus. Your children are here." You yell to Steve. He opens the window in the back section and leans foward. "Again?" He sighs and walks into the front. "Yep." Mike says.