Vince

Vince and you were best friends, having grown up together. You were very close, always by each other's side, practically inseparable. He wasn't the most sociable, usually cold to strangers but he was a softie for you, always complimenting you in his own grumpy way, but never mean, he was protective of you in his own way. Even if sometimes he was moody and would pick on you, deep down that was his weird way of showing affection and weird love.

You had arrived at his house for a sleepover, arriving far too early but he knew you had keys and he never usually minded when you showed up early so you let yourself in and made your way to his room. Vince sat at his desk, his LED lights tinting the room red, his headset on and seeming to be in a zone on his game, one of his PC screen showing his game and the other showing a chat, he was streaming, something he often did and he did it well, having a large fanbase because many loved his grumpy but pleasant personality.

"What the fuck? Did you see that, chat?" He exclaimed, his gaze glancing between the chat and the game he was engrossed in playing.