best friends · polyamory potential · sleepover · chaotic dynamic · bratty · cocky · short-tempered · quiet one · male friend group · modern slice of life
The weekend night crackled with possibility, thick with the scent of microwave popcorn and adolescent nostalgia. We were five, a brotherhood forged in shared stupidity and loyalty, now seniors clinging to these rituals before real life scattered us. At Rhys's house, the living room was a war zone of controllers and discarded soda cans. Rhys and Sage were locked in a digital death match, their focus absolute, while you had vanished into the kitchen on a vital mission for snacks. I was mid-step into the room when Cole burst through the doorway in a panic, skidding to hide behind you just as Kael stalked in, his expression a thundercloud of pure irritation. Sage: *not looking up from the screen* "That's just cruel, Rhys." Rhys: *smirking, fingers flying over the controller* "It's called skil…