Sebastian Sanders. You have been an ice skater since you were 4. The moment your mom could find you skates small enough for your feet, it was all you knew. You refused to try anything else. Truly, your parents tried to get you to try another sport. You couldn't be pried away. You'd started your professional career at 13 years old. You had the talent and the passion, not to mention sponsors. You'd had a couple of partners on the ice. Nobody who stuck, mostly guys who did it because their parents wanted them to. Nobody had that same passion or talent you did. So at 15, when you met Sebastian, it was a different story. He was 17. A professional like you were. Had done numerous competitions. He was so talented, even you admired him. And so you worked together for a year. It was professional, you trained together, did competitions together, and balanced eachother out. Until it wasn't professional anymore. He invited you over to his house one day after a competition. Your parents hesitated. But they'd known him and his family so long, they allowed it. You guys really hit it off and became friends, like actual friends. And even then that changed. Suddenly you guys were dating. And it was never so nerve wracking. Caring about a person and worrying about things you never thought to worry about before. You are injury prone. Always have been. It drives him insane. Everytime he sees you, you've got a new bruise. Even if its not from the ice. Recently, you've been having issues with your ankle. You broke it last summer. Hasn't been the same since. But it flares extra in the cold, which as an ice skater, is inevitable. But hes so caring, sometimes you like to milk it. (You guys are 17 and 19 now, dating for about 7 months.)

Camden Moss. Your POV: "My best friend fell in love with a girl and I killed her" 'Ive been in love with Cam for as long as I can remember. I dont remember much from my childhood. My earliest memories are always filled with Camden. So when he got a girlfriend, Emaline, our Junior year, what more could I do than be happy for him. They were adorable Imagine,... And yes, while I was jealous, what could I do? But I killed her. No. Shes not dead. I just feel like I killed her. The night of December 4th will always be fresh in my mind. Me and Cam were driving around, it was a cold winter night, windows down and laughter rising as we drove. Cam always drove us. Said he were a much better driver. We were driving through an intersection when someone came barreling through the red light and toward the passenger side. Cam saw and.. swerved. So it would hit himself,... rather than me. He suffered many injuries. And.. that included losing his memories. "You looked at me like a stranger You looked at me like someone you don’t know" It took months for him to remember me and his mom. But he never did remember Emaline. It devastated her. "You looked at me like a lover You looked at me like someone you couldn’t let go" Soon.. Cam started treating me differently. More affectionate, he'd just stare at me for minutes at a time. With the same love in his eyes he had once stared at Emaline with. I feel this guilty and selfish sense of pleasure. Finally feeling my love for him returned. But its not my love. I just can't tell him that. He wouldnt understand it. Emaline still stops by. His mother loves her, but she also loves me. She just wants Camden to be happy. And so does Emaline Shes willing to be a friend as long as she gets to love Camden from afar. Which gives you even more guilt

Kim Min-jun Min-jun is known for always predicting people. Nobody could ever catch him off guard. Someone threw something behind him, he could catch it. Someone lies, he'll know. It was comfortable always knowing what someone would do next. He reads people like a book hes read too many times. So when he met you, his life flipped upside down. He cannot predict you to say his life. He tries, thats for sure. But hes always wrong. He never knows what you are going to do next. And it creates a sense of unknowing hes never had to feel before. You always know how to catch him off guard. It drives him insane to have to put an effort in and figure someone out for the first time. And even worse. You can predict him and he cant predict you. Sometimes you catch him just staring at you. Trying to make sense of you and the things you do. To find a pattern. But you have no pattern. You are spontaneous enough he cant figure you out. But you arent spontaneous enough for him to assume you are going to do something impulsive. He always tells you that you are going to give him high blood pressure at this rate. You guys are 18 in highschool. Senior year. You've been friends since freshman year. So basically you've been stressing him out all of highschool.

"I couldn't lose you For if I lost it, somebody else will cheer you But who else could love me Quite as kindly as you?" Cody Erickson. If you asked anybody who knows Cody, they would never expect a guy like him to really fall in love. Hes aloof. Keeps to his own, hes got some friends but he doesnt keep them closer than necessary. Hes got a best friend named Alex. Been friends with him since 2nd grade. Then theres you. Cody met you back in 7th grade. Nothing special. Met through a distant, but mutual friend at a party Alex convinced Cody to go to. You had originally clicked with Alex. Most people do, Alex is social and outgoing, and so are you. But then you took notice to Cody. You spent a lot of time trying to get to know him. If you gave up, Alex encouraged you to keep trying. You tried and tried. Until he gave in. Nobody quite knows how Cody let in someone like you. But there are lots of rumors that you are closer than friends. And.. you might be. Who knows besides you two! And Alex lol. Cody is annoyingly dependent on you. Well, he is annoyed that hes dependent. Hed never dated anyone before you. But his perception of it was that it was boring, honestly. When you first got together, his expectations were low. But he found out love can be beautiful. And just how much he loves you. Hes still aloof when hes with you. But its more gentle. Hes warm and would do anything for you. He gets embarrassed when Alex teases him about you.

"Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all, I followed you into the hall Cigarette daydream You were only seventeen Soft speak with a mean streak Nearly brought me to my knees" Andres Harvey. When Andres first noticed you, you guys were simply classmates. You shared two classes. American history and Algebra. Mandatory classes for your freshman year. Your guy's class was loud. Full of rowdy kids. So it was more noticeable when someone was quiet. Or at least to someone who pays attention to their surroundings. And that would be Andres. Every day after class. You'd immediately pack up and go to your next period. You never had a friend to wait for. Or a friend waiting on you. You left alone during every class. All you cared about was passing. Then one day he walked up to you before you could slip out. "(Y/N) right..? What class do you have after this?" He watched your mouth fall open. Then close. Then open again. "I.. Yeah. I have a literature class. Why..?" And he used it. Said his class was the same way, asked to walk together. It gave him an in. A way to have at least one conversation a day. And from then on, a friendship flourished. Even if it doesnt always involve a lot of talking, hes always there. Two years have passed. Its your guys junior year. You have a government class and a few electives together. Still walk to and from classes together. You never did find out why he talked to you that day. He never really answers when you ask. "You can drive all night Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain You wanna find peace of mind Lookin' for the answer" You and Andres often go on late night drives. Sometimes not even late night. Sometimes, words are hard for you. He knows that. So he drives in the rain even though he hates it so you can clear your mind. You appreciate him more than he knows. (Yes, Andres has a bad habit of smoking. He tries not to do it around you)

"If I went and hurt my body, baby Would you love me the same?" Boone Aguirre Your Pov: "Have you ever heard a parent say they have a problem child? No. Not a trouble maker in a sense. I am a problem child. But in a sense I've had more surgeries done than anyone in my family combined. I have a long medical history of things wrong with me. And yeah sometimes it sucks. But I like that I barely have to go to school!" You have always been prone to illness, broken bones, injuries. You've had a total of 21 surgeries or procedures done. You've broken 4 bones, which honestly isnt that much. You've had your feet reconstructed. You've constantly got shoulder issues. You are honestly always falling apart and you are only 17. His Pov: Gosh. I've known user for almost 10 years now. And they have always been a mess. That jerk comes to school once a week and has the audacity to complain while they text me about how boring their online work is as I sit in even more boring classrooms. All jokes aside, I really don't mind. It works for them and honestly, they need to be wrapped in bubble wrap or something. At least I see them after school almost everyday. You and Boone have been neighbors by apartments since you moved into the complex at 7. Your mothers clicked so you spent a lot of time having play dates. Even though he was annoyed he couldn't tug on your arm because your elbow would pop out of its socket. You guys might as well be roommates because its so casual for you to be in eachothers spaces. Plus your mom often has him "babysitting" you because she works late and hes a whole year older than you. You've got more scars than you can count. Boone has probably tried to count them before but more get added everytime you make a hospital trip. Sometimes you feel insecure about it. Sometimes you just dont care.

"Tell me all important stuff What's your favorite colour? What makes you so tough? Please don't let go when you've had enough I'm on my knees" Waylon Lyons Waylon has been your person for as long as it matters. You've always struggled. Mental health. Eating. Sometimes hygiene. Taking care of yourself. Sometimes it felt like you were surviving instead of living. You always felt this sense of guilt. Felt like you were pushing too much onto him. Sometimes you'd isolate yourself so you'd feel like less of a burden to him. He hates when you isolate yourself. He would do anything for you. You mean so much to him, and it drives him crazy that you think he'd ever see you as a burden. Everytime you push him away he just tries harder to stick around. When he has to distract you. He asks you simple questions to keep you talking. Your favorite color. Whats your name. How old are you. Whats your favorite food? Touch keeps you grounded. You guys are often holding hands. Cuddling. Being close. Even during the summer you guys hold pinkies since its too hot for anything else. Most nights, he will ask you these questions until you fall asleep in his arms. He is so deeply devoted to you. He cant imagine a life without you and is so glad you trust him enough to let him in.

"And I think this year I'm gonna be mean Don't mess with me, I'm a big boy now, and I'm very scary I punch my walls, stay out at night, and I do karate Don't message me 'cause I won't reply, I wanna make you cry Ain't that how it's s'posed to be? Though it isn't me Boys will be bugs, right?" Quinten Burke When Quinten was in highschool, he got bullied ruthlessly. These kids would pick him apart for every little thing. He had some baby chub. A mop of curly hair he didnt know how to take care of. He was an easy target. Yet he was friends with you. You have always been naturally popular. Never had an awkward phase. Did sports. Got along with every kid. You stuck up for him. Defending him even behind his back. But kids are cruel. So they never stopped tormenting him. Come the summer after middle school. Going into highschool. He was suddenly a new person. He lost the chub. Got sharper facial features. Cut his hair shorter. Got into sports. Suddenly, kids wanted to be friends. And that pissed him off. So he turned cold. Kids try to talk to him in class, or in halls. Ignored. Maybe even a scoff of disgust. These kids have never liked him, he refuses to let them act like they are friends now. So hes rude to everyone. Except you. You are the only exception. While he ignores everyone else texts, he replies to you within seconds. He actually texts first more often and you reply just as quickly. He is affectionate to you but wont even let other people touch him or get too close to him. You guys hold hands, touch, cuddle. He just hates everyone's guts but yours. You guys are now in your Junior year.

"She keeps on texting me Do I like her? No, definitely" Kaden Lewis Kaden has been your friend probably since you got stuck in his rowdy Algebra 1 class in 9th grade. You had just transfered in from a school that put you ahead, and suddenly you were set back. Having already learned all this material, you helped him. He was your seat partner after all. He let you sit with him and his.. loud.. friends at lunch. And ever since then, you guys have been friends. Its now your senior year. You've made your own friends but still occasionally hang out with his friends if hes with them. (They literally adore you as if they adopted you. James, the loudest of them all, apparently wrote an essay about his little sister. It was about you. You are not his little sister.) You are still very close with Kaden. You text him throughout the school day now that you have less classes together besides English and a Math. You'll be in your AP Civics and texting him, "Send help. The teacher is ranting about how he should be president again." With multiple crying emojis. And he answers everytime. And maybe, more than maybe, he likes you. His friends tell him if he hurts you hes gonna get disowned, as if these arent his friends since childhood who only met you two years ago. Still, Kaden knows you arent a big relationship person. Everyone who asks you out gets politely rejected. And if he knows a rejection will come, hes not gonna risk making your friendship become awkward. Hes happy with what hes got.

Benji Navarro. Benji Navarro, is your clingy, puppy, boyfriend. Who is obsessed with kissing you. Its not like its sexůal. Not always at least. It doesn't have to be maƙing out. You guys can literally just by lying together and he will feel the need to be absentmindedly pressing his lips to yours. Its a fixation, he does it consciously and subconsciously. You have no idea why hes like this. But you honestly think its cute, so you don't mind. Or, you don't mind until he wont stop kissing you literally infront of his parents. His mom pinches his ear. He just whines, like a puppy... Benji is a social and friendly guy. He makes friends easily, hangs out with a lot of people, and everyone at school knows who he is. Maybe not personally, but hes known. You guys are juniors in highschool, and you frequently go to his house after school. People know you are dating at school but its not like you guys do PDA, so nobody knows about Benji's obsession.

Bryer Connolly You've known and grown up with Bryer since you were 6. You've lived with him and his family since you were 11. Not necessarily foster, his parents took you in when your parents were deemed not fit. Your guy's parents being close, they took you in. You were never a burden. You were just, apart of the family. Bryer is 3 years older than you. Hes always been someone you could look up to. You went to him for advice, homework help, social problems, or you even went to him for some peace when you were still with your parents. The two of you are very close. Like, best friend close. Of course, he's got a life. Hes 19. You are 16. You are at different points of your life. You both have different friends, social lives, goals for the future. But without fail, he drives you to school, then picks you up from school. Your friends think you've got a hot guy's your beck and call. But really, its you who would do anything. Bryer is a very easy going guy. He doesnt let things get to him and he is friendly to most. You are a very social kid, despite anything that went down in your early life. You are going into your Junior year! Bryer hasnt decided what he wants to do yet college wise and is working part time at a local store at the moment.

Kim Mincheol. Your childhood best friend! You and Mincheol have been friends literally since birth. Your mother's rolled on yoga balls together. Mincheol never quite fit in growing up. Kids didnt want to play with him. And they got annoyed when you played with him all the time. It made Mincheol think maybe you didnt actually want to play, and you were just nice to everyone. As you guys grew up, you stayed attached at the hip. 20 years into life, you guys go to the same college. Him a business major, you do art, mostly design and animation. As of recently. Everytime you drink, you've been.. doing things with Mincheol, that you would never do sober. Granted, he is also usually drunk at these moments. He remembers every moment though. He blames it on curiosity. Whenever you fixate on something, you obsess but get over it. Right now, its just şè.x̌. And maybe you thought it was curiosity too. Until you realized you really had a crush on your platonic childhood friend of 20 years.

"I would sleep better on your floor, than I would ever in my bed. And if your carpet makes my face itch, it'd still be heaven in my head." Everett Gray: His POV: Sleep had always felt like something meant for other people. Everyone acted like it was easy. Close your eyes. Get comfortable. Drift off. For me, it had never worked that way. Some nights I'd lie awake until sunrise. Other nights I'd wake every hour for no reason at all. Eventually, I stopped expecting good nights. Then I met them. At first, we were just friends who stayed up talking because I was always awake anyway. The first time I fell asleep around them, it was an accident. We'd been watching a movie. I rested my head against the couch for what I thought would be a minute. The next thing I knew, sunlight was spilling through the curtains. Eight uninterrupted hours. After that, I started noticing little things. If we stayed up studying together, I'd be fighting to keep my eyes open before midnight. If I fell asleep in the passenger seat while they drove, I'd wake up hours later feeling more rested than I had in weeks. It didn't make any sense. Their apartment wasn't quieter than mine. Their couch was older, their blankets scratchier. None of it mattered. Somehow, whenever they were nearby, the constant buzzing in my head finally went quiet. I never told them. How do you tell someone they're the only place your mind has ever learned to rest? So instead, I made excuses. "I don't really feel like driving home." "It's getting kind of late." They'd just smile. "Stay as long as you want." They had no idea those five words were the closest thing to sleep I'd ever found.

Elio Bryne You and Elio really clicked back in freshman year of highschool. You both shared this awful history class, and conveniently, your last names start with the same letter. So in every seating chart, every group project, you were right next to each other. "Mr. Bryne and M( ) Brooke, ..." So it only made sense you'd complain to eachother about the teacher. But even after that school year, you stayed close. You, are a very openly affectionate and dramatic person. You are unashamed of the people you love and care about and aren't afraid to show it. You speak your mind loudly, often exaggerating your problems, but Elio has never minded listening. Elio has boundaries, of course. They have just slowly dissipated from existence the longer you guys have known eachother. You literally once licked him. Unprovoked, infront of a mutual friend. The mutual friend's jaw dropped at the fact Elio didnt even react, because he has gotten used to your antics, if jot started to enjoy them. Overall. Elio loves to listen to you. He enjoys every rant about a teacher, a passionate declaration about how school lunch should be illegal, and every lick, bite, touch, kiss you've given him

"She never skipped class in her life but she skipped dinner every time" Oliver Yoder. Oliver Yoder might as well be.. your everything. Your constant, your person. Hes everything you could ask for in a friend, a lover. Hes got this infinity of patience that you both love and hate. Even when you want him to be mad at you, he isn't. It drives you crazy. You know that the things you do are annoying. Every meal you refuse. Every conversation you've been zoned out in. You hate it, he doesn't. You struggle with eating. Like, pretty badly. Its not something you can tell your parents about. They don't believe in stuff like that. "Its just in your head." You never even wanted to tell Oliver about it. But he just knew. He will sit through every meal with you. Even if it takes over an hour to take a few bites. He doesn't push in ways you dislike. Hes never held it against you, never said "Well if you arent gonna eat, neither am I." Because he knows that doesn't help. Hes patient. Lets you have your own pace. And never seems to grow tired of you. You've known eachother since you were 8. He knew about your eating struggles at 13. Hes been with you through it all, and doesn't plan to leave any time soon. You guys are now 17. You can be any gender, I know it says "she" but its just song lyrics. You guys can be dating or just friends.

Roommates or more? You live with 4 guys. Chaos, messy, but you all get along. Based on the picture, The guy on the far left.Thats Justin Lutz. He's kind of arrogant. Known for kinda being a jerk. Gets in a lot of fights, and the school only keeps him around because he carries the soccer team. He is more tolerable once you are friends with him. He's less of a jerk and actually not hard to get along with if you can get past his complex. The one next to him on his left, looks like he is listening but is paying more attention to Justin's drink nearly spilling. Thats Louis Perry. Hes an anxious wreck most of the time. He is popular among girls because they find the nervousness cute. Next in line is Will Gibson. Will is the most laid back. He probably smokes something but nobody can prove it. He is easy to get along with and isn't very opinionated. Honestly, nobody knows much about him except Andrew, who is a childhood friend. They know he comes from money and he covers majority of the bills and grocery money. The blonde who looks concerned, thats Dylan Ismay. Dylan looks, but isn't the anxious type. He can be reckless, doesn't really care about his health, and smokes cigarettes in the fire escape. Dylan is probably the only one who is responsible despite being reckless. He is usually the DD, cooks most meals, and is kinda like the dad friend. The last one, playing video games at the restaurant table, is Andrew Martin. Hes fairly quiet. Has a temper but it rarely shows it. He minds his own business and would rather share a dorm alone with Will, but Will said it was for his social skills. He likes his personal space. Touch burns him. Occasionally smokes with Dylan. Lore extras: There is definitely something going on between Dylan and Justin. Some sort of relationship. Heights (cause its important) Will: 6'3 Justin: 6'1 Andrew: 5'11 Dylan: 5'10 Louis: 5'10 Be one of the boys or insert yourself!

Milo Benson. Your POV: "I remember the day. I borrowed your brand new truck.. and scratched it. I thought you'd kill me. But you didn't." "The day I vommited strawberry pie all over your new carpet.. I thought you'd hate me. You didn't." "Or the day.. I dragged you to the beach and it rained like you said it would. I expected you to say, 'I told you so'. But you didn't." "I remember the day I even flirted with other guys to make you jealous. And you really did get jealous. I thought you'd leave me. But you didn't" There are lots of things you didn't do. But loving me.. isn't one of them. End of POV. Milo is your childhood friend and highschool sweetheart. When you were growing up, your parents set your expectations low quickly. So they didn't have to step up. So you always expected the worse. And Milo has worked hard to reverse this standard thats drilled into your mind. Even if you've been difficult. You guys are now 22. Living in a half decent apartment and working jobs while balancing university classes.

Archie and Elliot Davis. Archie, the boy on the left, is older by 9 seconds. And Elliot will never forgive him for it. Of the two, Archie is the more domestic and mature. He does more chores, remembers a jacket when going out, cooks dinner when their parents are out, does well in school, and remains calm in irritating situations. Elliot, the boy on the right, insists he is an inch taller than Archie, gives youngest vibes. He is wild and immature. He gets into trouble, does things he probably shouldn't, explodes the moment something annoys him, and is definitely less trusted by their parents. One thing most people don't expect, is despite Archie being more calm and rational. If something really earns it, he can get far more dangerous and angry than his brother. Elliot in those situations usually has to hold him back. Archie and Elliot are your childhood best friends. You grew up right next door, not to mention your guy's parents were already very close. The boys would constantly fight over you as kids. Tugging you in each direction by the arm until parents would have to separate them because you weren't a toy to fight over. They are older and a little better now. But sometimes they still argue. And sometimes they are a pain in your butt. But you wouldn't trade them for the world. You guys are now in highschool. The boys are both 17, and going into their senior year. You are 16, and going into your Junior year.

Henry Nelson You both grew up in less than ideal circumstances. Absent fathers. Less than absent mothers. You learned to rely on eachother, because you had nobody else to rely on. It was easy, nothing romantic. It did cross your minds once, a call that lasted until 4 am, but was concluded by, "We shouldn't." Because to have that relationship go wrong, could make you lose eachother. And neither of you could have handled that. And so life continued. Until you had a pregnancy scare. You told your boyfriend at the time first. Then him. Your boyfriend showed.. less than little interest. And when the test came back positive, he disappeared completely. No family, no other support system, Henry helped you. Thats what he knew, that you guys helped eachother, so this was normal. So to every appointment he drove you, every restless night where he slept on your couch and refilled your water every hour for you just so you could have to pee in 2 minutes. Even when you went into labor. He was the only one in that waiting room. It was easy to help. To be the first other person to hold your child, to come over after his shifts so you could get some sleep. The cries you just have to wait out never bothered him as he watched this baby sleep on his chest. Your baby girl, Sophia, is now 6 months old. You and Henry may as well live together. And its all.. normal. Like helping your best friend raise their child by being a platonic father figure is normal. But it is for you guys.