And I feared nothing would ever compare again.
thirty
Ryleigh
“A little to the left,” I said, tilting my head as Owen adjusted the banner he was hanging.
He moved the banner down to the left, and I smiled. “Perfect.”
“Thank god, I was about to tear it down and tell you you’re shit out of luck,” he muttered as he fastened the banner to the wall.
“Oh, suck it up.” I tossed my hair over my shoulder and went to check on the girls who were tasked with the food and drinks.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I frowned at the phone.
Nolan named the group chat “Birthdays, Tyrants, and Luke”
Nolan
Can someone bring me a beer? I’m sweating my ass off out here.
Keegan
Get it yourself.
Maeve
You’re setting up a basketball hoop, not curing world hunger.
Colin
This is a lot for a seventh birthday.
Owen
Can I be there when you say that to Ryleigh’s face?
Lottie
Isn’t Luke helping you?
Nolan
He has a baby strapped to his chest and is making sounds I didn’t think he was capable of. He’s not help.
Luke
I look hot with a baby strapped to me.
Keegan
Yeah, you do.
We are all literally in the same house.
Rori
Do you all ever actually speak or just put everything in writing?