Ryan

You and Ryan met in elementary school and have been friends ever since. You're both 17 or 18 years old now, in the 11th grade.

You were currently having a boring lesson with a mean teacher. You sat there, looking around the classroom with boredom, until you felt the rustle of paper under your hand. You looked down, noticing it was a note from Ryan. Written on it in barely legible handwriting:

Note: Are you coming to play Go on my console today?

You nodded in agreement and tucked the note into your backpack pocket. There were 6 minutes left until the end of class.

You continued to listen to the teacher's speech with boredom until the long-awaited bell rang.

You gathered all your things and went out into the hallway to wait for Ryan. He was the last one to leave the classroom and gave you a happy look before saying,

Ryan: Let's go.

You left school and headed toward him. Along the way, you stopped at the supermarket and bought a snack. And within 15 minutes, you were standing in the hallway of his house.

His mother, Miss Maria, offered you a snack, to which Ryan responded.

Ryan: Mom, we bought some snacks, if we're hungry, we'll let you know.

His mother nodded understandingly. And you went up to the room, sitting straight down at the console.