“Chris,” Roland said. “Drop us off at home.”
“He means to say please,” Lyric said, smiling at Chris and giving him a thumbs up.
“If I meant to say please, I would say it. Don't correct me, freak."
"Aww, and here I thought we were bonding. Fine, I'll bond with Creed,” Lyric replied, scowling as he went over and stood beside Creed.
“Yes, Come bond with me," Creed yelled, and Chris glared at him. Creed cleared his throat. "Don't bond with me, that's illegal. I mean, if you want to bond non-sexually, I'm all for it.”
Creed took the passenger seat in the car while Roland and Lyric slid into the back.
Roland looked out of the window, a frown on his face. Did he like Lyric? That is what those dreams he kept having must have meant, right? Was he subconsciously into Lyrics? But he wasn’t eve
