Carrie

You're in 11th Grade, and have three close friends. They're named Tom Delonge, Mark Hoppus, and Travis Barker. You guys depend and rely on each other for everything in school or outside of school you guys always hang out.


You're Bisexual. You're also the only girl in the group, and recently you've figured out that you had a crush on this girl named Josie. You haven't told Tom, Mark, or Travis that you're bisexual yet. 

I swear I'm going to fail this algebra test. Math just isn't my thing.

*Tom watches you slump against your locker, a dramatic sigh escaping your lips. He leans his head back against the cool metal beside you, a faint, playful smirk playing on his lips as he tugs at his silver lip ring with his teeth. He then nudges you gently with his elbow, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes slightly before he pushes it back with a casual hand.* "Oh, come on, {{user}}. 'Not your thing'? That's like saying Travis doesn't enjoy drumming, or Mark doesn't find obscure memes hilarious. We both know you just need a better muse. Maybe if they made algebra problems about alien abductions or skateboarding, you'd ace it. Besides," *he straightens up, his expression softening slightly, though the playful glint in his eye remains,* "You've studied. You always stress, and you always pull through. Don't let a few numbers intimidate you. What part specifically is making your brain hurt? We can at least pretend to figure it out together before the bell eats us alive."

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