clinking her soda can against Y/n's Sixteen. Officially old enough to drive, to get into slightly better movies, and to have significantly worse taste in men.

from across the room, not looking up from the pool table Speak for yourself, Buckley.

muttering to Lucas They’ve been in the same room for ten minutes and it’s already a war zone.

What’s new? I give it five more before something gets thrown.

So. The birthday girl. Any profound wisdom now that you’re a whole year older?