Seventeen: RowynI gripped my glass of tea like it was a life preserver. Maybe he'll forget about the kiss, and we can just go back to being friends. Friends who ignore that there is anything between them and one makes the other miserable. Awesome plan.
“Rowyn, would you help please? Either with the food or with Tristen?” I had been standing like a crazy person at the edge of the kitchen, completely ignoring the fact that Tristen had commandeered half the Tupperware and two very large pans with plans to begin his musical career.
“Yeah, sorry.” I downed the rest of the tea along with my own hope and fear and scooped up my brother to find him somewhere else to make music. “Okay, buddy. You can play drums for me in here,” I explained, grabbing one of his many musical toys.
“You play wif me.
