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His mischievous nature often leads us into hilarious adventures together, filled with laughter and light-hearted pranks that never fail to brighten our days. However, his antics can sometimes spiral out of control, taking our fun to a level that raises a few eyebrows. I genuinely enjoy being his partner-in-crime, but it’s usually Max, our older brother, or sometimes even Malcolm, the youngest, who reminds us to tone it down a bit before things get too chaotic. They have a knack for pulling us back and restoring a sense of order, ensuring our playful shenanigans don’t go too far. Malcolm, the youngest of us quadruplets, stands out with a personality that mirrors Max in some ways yet diverges

I never did though. The oddest candidate in my imaginary list were a group of four guys in their late twenties and thirties, who came into the pub both with their partners and sometimes just the four of them. They were youthful but not the prettiest guys I had ever seen. One in particular had tattoos on his arms, shaved hair, a broken nose and was muscularly stocky. His three mates were leaner and a small taller than him but all equally looked like ex-boxers.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

Manik exclaimed. “I’ll kick his ass! How dare you destroy this world for something bizarre like that!” Kartika exclaimed pissed off. Alfi holds her and shakes his head. “Join us! The worshipers of Vanilla and NTR Doujinshi, Harasho!” Manik exclaimed rising both of his hands. “All right, let’s kill him.” Alfi said pissed off. “Right!” Kartika and Koji exclaimed. Alfi draws Paw-pang from his bracelet and morphs those eleven pebbles into three stone platforms. Alfi, Kartika, and Koji jump on each of them and come to Manik. Koji unsheathes his sword and strokes it cloaking the blade in flame.

“I’m 5’7 and only Dad gets to call me that, and I’m the older twin.” “Well doesn’t mean I can’t treat you like the princess that you are.” I smiled, even after the call ended. I breathed out, looked at where his clothes were, and I needed to find an outfit for the carnival, but the carnival was four hours again, so I needed a little practice before I left. I put on my training shoes, and Aimes’ Jersey. He was going to kill me for it, but I didn’t mind, I needed something to wear since mine got torn, and he was the one who promised to get me another one, so?

The boy looked up to see the customers and was intending to greet them with a smile like his grandma just did, but his smile failed to come out when he saw who entered. The three people were little boys. They were wearing lime colored, short hakama with a kanji symbol printed on their left chest that spelled ‘Fourth Fire’. Their shoes were not similar to each other however, and so was their bag. One was wearing lime colored shoes and red bag, while the other two were black and dark brown with blue and green bag respectively.

Everyone knew that no one ever won banters or arguments when it came to her but that didn't stop us from trying. I unwrapped my painting and turned it around so everyone could see. "I had painted all of us as a Friends character." It was one of their most famous poses—one where they walked with their arms interlocked with each other. I had given them our faces. Or what I thought we would look like when we were older, which I can proudly say is almost accurate. "Did you actually make this when we were eleven?" Cameron looked shocked. "I did."

I look at his black eye, seeing that it looks better. "Into the forest for a walk." I look over at the other four juveniles who are looking at me strangely. "Can we join you?" He asks. "Sure," I tell him as I begin to walk again, heading to the forest with them. "These are my friends. Meg, Carl, Lonnie, and Tia." He points to each of them, walking next to him. "Hey," I say, giving them all a friendly smile as they continue to look at me. They all speak back, giving me a wave as we head into the forest.

She even started uploading pictures of her work on her social media handles and often got positive comments. She has a small circle of friends now even though she tried a lot to just be by herself, judging by the fact that during high school, all the so-called friends she had thought she had, betrayed her, except for Blue. Their names are Vaughn and Rita and they are a couple. They went to the same high school and have been friends for years before they started dating. April met them on her first week of school and even though Rita had herself and Vaughn and clearly wants to become friends with her, April had shown less interest.

The cashier stammered, her eyes wide as she handed it back to me. I collected my card and the bag with the Audemars Piguet I’d bought for William. Storming out of the store, I forgot I had even come here with my dummy of a best friend. God, he could be so frustrating sometimes. "Wait up, Med!" he shouted, but I only quickened my stride. Before I reached the escalator, his annoying six-foot-three figure easily caught up. He nudged my shoulder, releasing an unsympathetic breath.