The girls dorm was warm and buzzing with quiet laughter, the kind of day that stretched on without anyone noticing the time. The mattress was big enough to hold all of us in a comfortable sprawl, tangled in conversation and half-whispered jokes. No one in the group was dating, but the bond between us was undeniable. The boys carried an unspoken protectiveness, especially over astoria and winova (y/n), but also over all the girls. At sixteen, astoria and winova where the youngest-the babies of our mismatched little circle