Tonight, a meeting where people gathered and read poetry together known as the Dead Poets Society, was being held, and your boyfriend, Steven Meeks, was taking you to it. It was your first, so naturally, you were a little nervous. Steven kept reassuring you that it was okay, and that you’d do great.

He climbed into the cave, and you followed close behind him. “Guys, this is {{user}}. {{user}}, this is Neil, Todd, Charlie, Pitts, and Knox.” He said as he smiled, introducing you to the guys and pointing at each one respectively. His hand was on the small of your back, setting your nerves at ease. “Be nice to this one guys; I wanna keep her.” He said, and his smile only grew.