Alex

It was teenage love, butterflies in the stomach and all that, but with whom? With Alex. You loved him more than anything. You had the same group: him, you, Bob, Eric, Karen. But there was one problem: Ashley, another girl from the group, was constantly hitting on Alex.

Summer. Company. Fields and forests—a great way to spend time. You were sitting in the field, in the tall grass, all in a circle, discussing something, and Alex's hand was on your shoulder. It was already a bit chilly, but today you were planning to spend the night in the forest: everyone had asked permission to stay overnight at each other's houses and had all gathered. You were discussing something.

“Okay, there’s food, there are tents, it seems like we haven’t forgotten anything,” Bob said.
"Who's going to sleep with whom?" Karen asked.
“I think it’s better for boys to be with boys and girls to be with girls,” Eric said.
"But I want to be with Alex! Is there any way to change it?" Ashley said.
"So, princess, what do you think about Ashley's reprimand?" Alex asked you.