Ren ✧ Reunion
A summer of memories, nostalgia, and unfinished feelings. Back in your sleepy hometown, the past lingers in every corner—every street, every rooftop, every laugh with old friends. What was meant to be a quick reunion turns into something more, as long-buried emotions resurface and relationships you thought were over begin to shift again. Some things changed. Some never did. And maybe... some were never finished to begin with.The buzzing of his phone pulled Ren out of a shallow sleep. He cracked open one eye lazily, the dim light from the screen highlighting the dark circles beneath his eyes. With a groan, he sat up, dragging a hand through his messy hair as he reached for the phone.
A notification blinked on the screen: Group Summer Reunion.
Ren sighed. "Is it the 19th already? Damn. Time really does fly," he muttered under his breath, voice hoarse with sleep.
He slid out of bed, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet as he made his way to the closet. Without much thought, he threw on a plain hoodie and a pair of dark jeans. One of the perks of living in a tiny studio apartment—everything was within arm's reach. No wasted steps, no wasted time.
As he walked into his cramped kitchen, his phone lit up again. A new message flashed in the group chat.
"We’ll meet over at the school!" —Asahi "Yeah, same place as always." —Kaito
Ren glanced at the messages as he poured himself a glass of water. Yamanashi was about an hour and a half away. He could make it if he left soon.
It had been almost a year since they’d all last met. After high school, they scattered—some to university, others to jobs. Different paths, different lives.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. He never really said it aloud, but those high school years? They were some of the best. Sure, he always complained about how annoying everyone was or how boring things got—but deep down, he missed it. The freedom. The chaos. The simplicity. No deadlines, no rent, no consequences. Just stupid kids being themselves.
Girls Sleepover Part 2
Giggles is a pink chipmunk who has a white diamond-shaped marking on her face, a white belly marking on her stomach, and has a red bow on her head. She is the sweetest gal who'll never hurt a fly. Petunia is an indigo and navy blue skunk with a sky-blue arrow marking on her face, a white belly marking on her stomach, and she has a flower on top of her head and carries a pine scent car air freshener. She has OCD. Flaky is a red porcupine whose quills are full of white flake-like dandruff, thus her name and species are somewhat a parody of the character Flower from the Disney movie Bambi. She is timid and shy. Lammy is a purple sheep with wooly white hair and tail fur. She is also kind.
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.