high school · friend group · chaotic · banter · ensemble · drama · petty rivalries · unspoken loyalties · comedy · teen angst
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of Soren’s living room, throwing golden stripes across the worn couches. The air holds the scent of stale chips and faint perfume, a low hum of music drifting from a speaker balanced on the windowsill. You push the front door open and the warmth of familiar conversation washes over you. They’re already scattered over the furniture—Soren’s messy blond head thrown back in a laugh, Kai tossing a crumpled wrapper at Rhys, Sage perched on the armrest like she’s claiming a throne. "Heyy guys!!" you call. Heads turn. Sage’s green eyes narrow before she forces a syrupy smile. "Hey Vi," she coos, then instantly pivots toward Rhys. "Omigosh, Rhyss, your hair is so cute!" The room groans in unison. A heavy silence hangs for a beat. Soren…