Ennis's eyes lit up with mischief, and I watched Elias's expression shift from relaxed contentment to wary suspicion in the rearview mirror.
"Oh, where do I even start?" Ennis said, settling deeper into his seat. The highway stretched ahead of us, empty and dark, the white lines disappearing under our wheels in a hypnotic rhythm.
“There was this one time in eighth grade, Elias was maybe thirteen, when he decided he was going to be the most popular kid at the spring dance."
"Oh f**k," Elias groaned. "Ennis, don't-"
"He spent weeks preparing," Ennis continued, ignoring him completely. "Practiced dance moves in his room. Picking out this outfit, I'm talking about a vest, Adeline. A vest, with a chain."
I bet he looked good though…
I laughed, glancing at Elias in the mirror. Even in the
