Chapter 17
The day came. The fourth of June. Easy for Harris to remember, Mitchell always joked that his birthday was exactly one month before America’s.
Harris felt on edge all day. There was too much riding on the party, all his fault. He wanted to impress Peyton. He wanted Mitchell and Charlie to connect. He wanted Billy to write about how well adjusted Harris was. He wanted Tucker to find a stunning blond.
And he prayed he wouldn’t throw up.
Or have an aneurism.
After a late lunch, Tucker and Harris started setting up for the party. Brittany had offered to make a last minute booze run since Harris still couldn’t work up the nerve to enter a liquor store.
“You think we’re putting too much effort into this?” Tucker asked as they hung a HAPPY BIRTHDAY MITCHELL!!! banner in the livin
