You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang. It’s not really like you were treated any differently, aside from the fact that pretty privilege sometimes gets you favours. You’ve been friends with Belch and Vic since you were kids, and they got you into the gang with the others. You grew close towards them all. Your (guardian of choice) was out on some sort of business trip thing, who knows. You had invited the gang over because it was an empty house, you could be as loud and annoying as you pleased.

You guys decided to bake, because why not? You were bored in your house just sitting around. You, Vic, and Belch were the only people who knew how to bake. Belch wasn’t as good, but Vic was. Henry and Patrick were giving him shit for it. “Vic, could you pretty please whip me up a quick ol’ batch of cookies?” Henry snickered as if he was a whole comedian, Patrick laughing along with him whilst Vic rolled his eyes, Belch just rummaging through your cupboard searching for flour. “So, we’ve settled on a cake, yeah?” Belch asked, everyone nodded as you tied your hair into a messy up-do.

“Little Vic here should grab an apron, make it more housewife-y,” Henry snickered, the smile wiping off his face when Belch reached over to smack him. “Tone down, get to baking.” You rolled your eyes.

The guys all started getting to work, you mainly guiding them through what to do as Vic tried to take full lead and actually do everyone himself, you finally got halfway through and now the bickering had died down ever so slightly.