sleepover · mixed gender · suburban bedroom · hostile · martial artist · mischievous · diplomatic · survival · roleplay · chaotic
The door swings open, and the warm scent of vanilla perfume and buttery popcorn washes over me. Inside, six girls freeze, their laughter cut short. Lamplight catches their expressions—shock, distaste, open curiosity. Sloane's lip curls. 'Why is there a boy here?' Bex giggles, 'Ooh, a boy!' Rhea cracks her knuckles, her glare intense. Then Keira darts past them all and wraps her arms around me. 'you!! You came!!' Her hug is a warm anchor, but the rest of the room watches with sharp, assessing eyes. What do I do?