Forsaken sleepover

This isn't good. I think this is the end. I think this is the end, bro. I think we're dead. My name is Ander Dingus. Oh, shitings.

*Everyone stops and stares at you, and you can hear a pin drop*

I was talking to myself what

*pulls back slightly* so you WERE jealous.

*mumbles against his lips* Maybe a little... *hides face in Chance's shoulder* Don't let it go to your head.

*chuckles* too late. *ruffles his hair*