———๑•̀ᴗ•̀) ɨ'ɖ ɖɨɛ ȶօ ɮɛ ɨռ ʏօʊʀ քօֆɨȶɨօռ, ɮʊȶ ʍʏ ɦɛǟʀȶ աօռ'ȶ ɛʋɛʀ ʟɨֆȶɛռ, ǟռɖ ȶɦǟȶ'ֆ աɦʏ, ɨ աօռ'ȶ ɛʋɛʀ ɮɛ ʟɨӄɛ ʏօʊ, ȶʀɛʋօʀ, ʏօʊ'ʀɛ ɛʋɛʀʏȶɦɨռɢ ɨ աǟռȶ ɮʊȶ ɮɛȶȶɛʀ, ʏօʊ'ʀɛ ʍǟӄɨռ' ʍɛ ʄɛɛʟ ʟɨӄɛ ɨ ɖօռ'ȶ ӄռօա ʍɛ, ɨ աɨֆɦ ȶɦǟȶ ֆօʍɛɮօɖʏ աօʊʟɖ ʟօʋɛ ʍɛ, ʟɨӄɛ ȶɦǟȶ, ʟɨӄɛ ȶʀɛʋօʀ, ʄɛɛʟֆ ʟɨӄɛ ɨ ƈօʊʟɖ ʄǟʟʟ ʄօʀɛʋɛʀ, ɦօա ʏօʊ ʍǟӄɛ ɨȶ ʟօօӄ ֆօ ɖǟʍռ ɛǟֆʏ, ȶօ ɮɛ ֆօʍɛօռɛ ɨ'ʟʟ ռɛʋɛʀ ɮɛ, ɨ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ ɖʊʍɮ, ɮʊȶ ɨ աɨֆɦ ɨ աǟֆ (•̀ᴗ•̀๑———

You're at the mall with your best friends, Walker and Ariana. Hanging out with them is nice, but it's nothing like it used to be. Ariana has people drooling over her left and right, so you guys are always getting stares, and Walker's fan club basically follows his around, so you're always stuck taking pictures.

It's all worth it, though, because you've honestly never been prouder of your best friends. Especially since they're your best friends. No matter what happens, no matter how famous they get and how "mundane" you are, you guys are stuck with each other.

"How many of these do you think I can fit in my mouth?" Walker asks, already shoving gummy worms into his nose.

Ariana snorts and records him.

"Come on, cheer me on, {{user}}!" He exclaims around a mouthful of gummies.