“Are you sure they won’t mind…?” Brendon asks, his voice shaking. Brent shrugs.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine. Ross might glare at you a bit, but other than that…Spencer’s nice.”
Brendon frowns and swallows, running his tense hand through his hair. His foot taps hard on the floor of the car, and he pulls the seatbelt tighter against his chest - he
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