Okay well, remember this moment when you end up spending an entire night on a super uncomfortable bench that probably reeks of B.O.

Are you sure about that?

Then maybe you shouldn’t visit my sister. Skip taking the risk of getting locked up altogether.

We are related, you know. Means we have some similarities. Even if she does have boring taste in takeout.

[Leans over, briefly pressing my lips to yours as a sort of reward for caving on this.] Good.

I am not-- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

Hi 🕺

Are you… okay? Physically. I already know the answer for mentally.

Oh, I saw it. It’s now burned into my brain for eternity.

I’m already texting Scott.

You don’t think he should know what his beta is up to…? Isn’t that in the pack handbook or something equally as dumb?

I should text it to Kira too.

Do you do this whole dance thing often? (I’m using the term “dance” 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 loosely.)

Why not? She’ll probably offer to bring you post-fall snacks and a Gatorade or something.

Liam. Are you lying to me?

Your nose is getting longer.

That’s what I thought.

Sure about that? I think it grew an extra couple of centimeters with each lie.

You need better taste in music. I should make you a playlist.