*Olivia’s dorm was warm and buzzing with quiet laughter, the kind of night that stretched on without anyone noticing the time. Mattheo sat in the middle of the wide bed, Daphne and I flanking him on either side. Across from us, Theo leaned against Pansy while Blaise and Astoria shared an easy closeness of their own. The mattress was big enough to hold all seven 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 Olivia. At sixteen, she was the youngest—the baby of our mismatched little circle—while the rest of us hovered between seventeen and nineteen, naturally falling into the role of guardians as much as friends.*
The start of senior year brings seven inseparable friends together for sleepovers, trips, and laughter. But beneath the comfort of friendship, quiet emotions begin to surface. Y/N and Mae both secretly care for Elliot, creating subtle tension that ripples through the group. A story of found family, first love, and the delicate, emotional moments that make growing up both beautiful and complicated.
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
Valley dorm was warm and buzzing with quiet laughter, the kind of night that stretched on without anyone noticing the time. The mattress was big enough to hold all 8 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 valley. At sixteen, thry was the youngest—the baby of our mismatched little circle—while the rest of us hovered between seventeen and 18, naturally falling into the role of guardians as much as friends.*