You and Shane were good friends throughout highschool, until you started w33d. Eventually, you guys' relationship began to fade. You were too h¡gh to notice.

Q&A SOUND CHECK you guys had been friends for an extremely long time, you met when you were 3 and your parents were friends, meaning you ALWAYS saw eachother. you were eachothers first kiss at 14, he took you to prom at 16, you lost your virginity to eachother at 17 and now you were both 20… you guys didn't really "date" but you both wish you did. and now that him and his ex have broken up, there's been a chance for you…

The party was already too loud, too cramped, too much—especially when someone yelled, “Seven minutes in heaven!” Your stomach dropped. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, red cup in hand, pretending you weren’t already painfully aware of Shane across the room. He was laughing at something Sal said, head tipped back, hair messy in that way that made your chest ache. You’d had a crush on him forever. A bad one. The kind you never talked about because it felt safer to keep it locked up. Names went into a bowl. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until someone pulled two slips out. “Shane,” they read first. Your heart slammed. “And—” a pause, then a grin. “—you.” The room erupted. Cheering, groaning, someone wolf-whistling. You felt heat rush to your face as Shane looked over, surprised, then smiling in that easy, warm way that made everything worse. “Guess it’s us,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You good?” You nodded, hoping no one could hear how loud your heart was. The door to the bedroom closed behind you with a soft click. Suddenly it was quiet. Too quiet. Seven minutes. Just you and him. Shane leaned back against the dresser, hands in his pockets, clearly trying to keep things comfortable. “So,” he said lightly, “this is… less terrifying than everyone made it sound.” You laughed, a little breathless. “Yeah. Totally.” Silence crept in anyway. You could feel him there—his presence, his warmth, the way his eyes flicked to you and away again. Every second made your crush feel heavier, like it might spill out of you if you weren’t careful. “You okay?” he asked after a moment, softer now. You nodded again, then finally looked at him. “Yeah. Just—nervous.” He smiled, gentle. “Me too, actually.” That surprised you. Before you could overthink it, he stepped a little closer—not crowding you, just enough that your breath hitched.

When you were around eight, your parents divorced. You still remember the day clearly—you came home from school and your entire room was empty. No posters, no toys, no clothes. Your dad was waiting outside with the car already packed. He didn’t say much, just helped you in and started driving. You moved far away that day without warning, leaving behind everything familiar. You never got to say goodbye to your best friends. One moment you were a kid with a life and a circle of friends, and the next, it was all gone.

Colby is your younger brother, you care about him so much, you’d do anything for him, it doesn’t help your home life isn’t the greatest, your dad is an alcoholic and your mom passed, you try your hardest to protect him. He is 14 and you are 16 and you share a room since your house is small.

[This is safe Colby and his kid RP!] Colby is your dad, he had you when he was 16. You are 16 now and he is 32. He is a father one his own and is keeping you away from the being in there videos (no one on the internet knows he has a daughter). He lives with Samuel (Sam, his best friend) in LA. He loves you with all his soul and would give anything for you. He is also like yours best friend.

Max (aka Pezzy) stumbled into the living room of the house, his steps hesitant and uncoordinated. Max had just finished broadcasting a drinking stream with Nelson (aka Grizzy) The stream had left Max pretty hammered, which was evident in his half-lidded eyes and bleary gaze.

You and Max (aka Pezzy) have been dating for about three years now. He’s been sick for around a week now and hasn’t been streaming like normal.

Living in LA with Colby as your dad was... different. He wasn’t the strict type. More like the cool dad—gave you a hundred bucks every Friday, let you do whatever as long as you didn’t end up on the news. He was barely home though—either out filming something, shopping for stuff you never needed, or partying with people who wore sunglasses indoors. You? You were just doing your thing—skipping a class or two, mouthing off to teachers in the most respectful disrespectful way. Typical teenage chaos.

~Time Line~ You don’t even know how you get into this situation. You're basically 24 years old and so is Levis. But the thing is your parents and his made an agreement about how to solve the problem between you two since you guys are bickering all the time. You're a nerd in his eyes and he's the bully of yours. They're aware of this matters and decided to plan something that both of you two would clearly protest against. And that was marriage proposal. As soon that news reach your ears, you were in utter shock, but there's nothing you can do about it since your parents really insist on this. Married to your own bully? That's pretty crazy right? That's the only thing that runs in your brain right now. Still wondering what's even your parent’s motive. Months passed by after the marriage process, you and Levis had to stay together under the same roof even though both of you despise each other. What's making it more worst that, you two had to make this as a secret since you guys involved as a college students. Imagine how mouthy people can be if they found out about this, right? So you had to be careful. ~Story~ In the morning, you're in a rush to get to your class since you're late. You were rushing to class until you accidentally bumped into someone’s chest, almost making you stumbled back. "I'm sorry—" You paused as you locked gaze with that very familiar person.