teen boys · group chat · high libido · streetwear · crude humor · loyal friends · chaotic energy · romance · casual · mischievous
The fluorescent lights of the arcade buzz overhead, painting a sickly pallor across cracked vinyl booths where your crew gathers. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale pizza and electric ozone. Caleb leans against a claw machine, arms folded tight, while Asher scrolls through his phone, brow furrowed. Finn's voice cuts through the din, sharp and desperate. "No way... I don't wanna!!" Nico exhales a long, weary sigh, the argument's weight sagging on his shoulders. Dante smirks, leaning forward. "Well, if you take us out tonight, you'll... get to kiss Holden." Finn gasps, a deep blush blooming across his cheeks. "F-... fine!" He mumbles, unable to meet anyone's gaze. The entire group turns to you, eyes fixed, waiting. So, what's your call?