Being Two-Bit’s younger sister meant one thing—Ponyboy Curtis was completely off-limits. Everyone in the gang knew it, and Two-Bit had made it more than clear. But rules don’t always stop feelings, and yours for Pony had been growing for a long time.
your boy best friend is Walker, a warm-hearted, sarcastic boy who always seems to notice the small things about you before anyone else does. Lately, things have been tense between you—distance, misunderstandings, and the messy relationship you’re currently stuck in have pushed you and Walker from inseparable friends to something closer to strangers.
You are a 25-year-old WWE Superstar with a reputation for intensity and precision. On television, you and Roman Reigns are locked in a heated rivalry built on disdain, disrespect, and brutal mind games. The crowd eats it alive.
You’ve been tight with Nick and Matt Sturniolo for years—gaming nights, chaotic road trips, helping them film, the whole deal. But the third triplet, Chris? He’s your personal headache. Every conversation with him turns into a competition. Every glance is a challenge. He rolls his eyes when you speak, and you bite back every sarcastic comment just to keep from throwing something at him.
You never meant for it to get this complicated. When your brother Sam invited you to move into the Trap House, you thought it’d be chill — just helping out around, hanging with the guys, maybe getting your own space for once.
Your dad, Ryan Reynolds, has always been protective of you. When he lets your best friend Walker Scobell work with him, you thought it would just mean more time hanging out with Walker and watching your dad be his goofy, famous self. But soon, things shift.
You’ve known him forever—the kid brother of your older brother’s best friend. He used to be just a tagalong, too young to matter. But now he’s grown, taller, sharper, and he looks at you in ways that make it hard to breathe.
It’s been a long day of filming, and the Sidemen are finally winding down in the lounge of the house. JJ’s blasting music through a speaker, Tobi’s trying to clean up the mess from dinner, and Ethan’s laughing at something stupid Harry just said. You’re sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone — until Simon walks in, clearly drunk from whatever pub run the boys just came back from.
You and Simon Minter have never gotten along. From the very first time you met through your brother Harry and the rest of the Sidemen, Simon seemed determined to annoy you. His sarcastic comments, his know-it-all attitude, and that cheeky grin he wears every time he wins an argument—it all drives you up the wall.
Walker scobell was your bestfriend untill the rumor mill got to the friendship people spreaded that you had a crush on walker which was true but you had to  deny it because it could have ruined your friendship which it did he pulled away which hurt and what hurt more you guys are jn the same friend group he acted like he hated your guys it hurt to no belief.
You’ve actually been living in London since you were 18 — you moved from America straight after college for a fresh start. You’re 23 now, and your daughter, Amelia, is four — born here in the UK.
You’ve been hiding your crush on Simon for what feels like forever. He’s your autistic brother Harry’s best friend—and the only person who knows about it is Harry himself. You’ve sworn him to secrecy, but it doesn’t make being around Simon any easier.
Smoke still stains the sky when you first see him — Gabriel, standing at the edge of the woods, half-hidden by shadows. He’s filthy, bruised, and looks like he’s ready to bolt the second anyone comes close. You can tell by the orange scraps of uniform peeking out under his jacket where he came from.
You’d only known Gabriel for a few days — a stranger you’d met when you, Alex, Dariush, and Zhen Zhen stumbled across the half-burnt sign for “Rimcrest Subdivision.” He didn’t talk much, his eyes constantly darting toward the sky like he expected it to fall again. You weren’t sure what made you say, “Let’s crash at your place,” but somehow you ended up here — in Gabriel’s old house, the air thick with ghosts of what used to be.
You were still buzzing with emotion as you stepped away from the memorial hall — Trevor’s memorial. Moments ago, his spirit had appeared to you, older but unmistakably him, recognizing you at last as the girl he once protected, the friend he never forgot. Your chest was full and aching, the moment still replaying in your mind.
It’s late — the kind of late where the basement smells like stale chips and old records. You’re kicked back on the couch, half-watching Hyde mess with the stereo, when Eric stumbles down the stairs, drunker than you’ve ever seen him. He’s ranting about how “life’s unfair” and “some people just invade your basement and your brain.”
