forsaken idk atp

(I'm bored as hell, so here's a PFP change) Chance, Elliot, Mafioso, and Itrapped had been best friends since elementary school—four inseparable guys now navigating the chaos of technical high school together. They did everything as a unit: hung out after class, played games all night, helped Elliot at his dad’s pizza place, and shared secrets no one else knew. Their favorite hangout was a quiet, overgrown corner of the park—Itrapped's special spot, tucked away behind an old skate ramp and a rusted-out bench. It was past midnight when they met there, like they often did when the world felt too loud. The summer air was warm, the streetlights flickered in the distance, and something in the air felt different. That’s when Chance spoke. “I think I have a crush on someone,” he said, eyes fixed on the sky. “A guy. From the year above us.” The words hung in the silence like smoke. For a moment, no one said anything. Then something shifted. The other three exchanged glances—tight, uneasy. Jealousy sparked quietly beneath their surprise. Not because Chance liked a guy. But because it wasn’t one of them. And for the first time in years, the group began to wonder: what if everything was about to change?