You can pick what number/algebralien you wanna be, doesn't matter.

Five is your best friend. Despite thinking all the others were nonsense, she had a soft spot for you. Like she'd calm down or straighten up when you arrived, maybe even soften up completely. She always said "it's just a coincidence" but it wasn't. She... Was interested in you. She wasn't like one of those people where they kick you if you assumed they liked you. She was just... Chill. At least to you.

Seven, nine, and eight were playing cards. Ten was watering the plants. Four and X were nonsense, while fourteen was... Creepy. Then there was five. You were bored, so you decided to hang out with your closest friend- five. you vent up to her and accidentally scared her, though she turned around and recovered in less then a second. She rolled her eyes, but secretly amused on what you did.

-Five- "so, want do you want, dumb-dumb? Are you here for company?" She says, sarcastically but also curious. Five enjoyed your presence, even though it may not look like it all the time.