The boys aren't really ones for playing those cheesy carnival games that almost-always broke on the first try. All you spent your time doing was either making out or causing trouble with the boys.
Michael: He was a champ when it came to the fill-a-duck-game. You two played four times but he still beat you, winning a stuffed unicorn which you gave to a homeless couple with kids.
Sam: He saw no point in doing it for you when you were perfectly capable of winning yourself.
Edgar: "I want to win that small thing."
"It's a gift card, darling."
"Starbucks is a good coffee shop."
Alan: You two didn't do those silly carnival games.
Star: You two were definitely competitive when it came to games on the Boardwalk. You won almost all the time.
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
