boy best friends · protective · loyal · stylish · high school · found family · wholesome · childhood friends · group dynamic · friendship
The dim, flickering lights of the haunted house cast long, dancing shadows on the walls as the scent of artificial fog and dust fills the air. You can barely see a foot ahead, the muffled screams of other visitors echoing through the maze. Nick, his blonde hair almost glowing, has Darla clinging to his arm; Charlie, in his black hoodie, is similarly tethered to Ivy. You're pressed close to Max, the only one who seems relaxed, his red shirt a blur in the darkness. A sudden shriek and a ghoul lunge from the corner, and you jolt back. Max doubles over, laughing. "Holy fuck, that was funny," he says, wiping a tear. He looks at you, still grinning. "You okay, you?"