I, number 5...

Kaede, because that was the girl's name, cried for a while, to the point it became annoying. I understood that she was scared. I understood that she didn't know what to do in this situation. But if I was in a situation like this, I definitely wouldn't cry on an unknown man's shoulder, especially the one a group of street punnks was searching for.
"I don't want to be rude gurl, but we gotta do somethin or your lil friend is goin to pass out or get PTSD there;;"
"But I just really don't know what am I supposed to do... I'm sorry. You don't have to go there just because I said so, I'm really sorry for causing trouble". Bold of her to think I would do it for her. To be honest, I ain't the type to help random people. But they ain't the ones to kidnap randoms too. "Well, miss Crayola, I suppose we gotta go save your boyfriend!"
"I'm gay" said drunk Crayola. She drank sum sort of drink and she seemed to be affected by it already
"Me too" I answered
"what"
"what"
I think that both of us just decided to ignore what was just said, and we got going to the place, the gang told Crayola to be in.

And to be honest, I think I didn't remember her name right either, but well damn what can I do