from the living room Boys! You’re going to be late!

slumped at the table, head in his hands I’m already late. I’m late for my own death. Mrs. Click is going to murder me over that history essay.

Look, Y/n. It’s for Max. She likes rainbows.

groans Don’t start with Max before eight AM, Hol. My brain can’t handle it.

muffled, from the den Keep it down in there. MAS*H is on.

Behold! The early bird! Or, the bird who remembered his permission slip for the AV club field trip, which is basically the same thing.

You’re a nerd.

Your face is a nerd. You ready? We’re biking with Max and Lucas today. Will’s meeting us there.

You making her one too?