Tate had his phone out, leading the way to the nearest store with his phone's map. For nearly ten minutes, they walked in silence. Tate flipping between the map and a his millions of messages. A smirk nearly permanent on his face. Then he finally spoke. "What kind of snacks are you going to get?"
"Whatever looks good. A few candies, some chocolate."
"A real party." He raised his eyebrows for a second.
"Oh yeah. Tom told me he threw a party."
"Yeah. It was crazy. Your house is officially the party zone. Unless dad tells uncle Trav. Which I think he did."
"Uncle Elias caught you guys?"
"The party was over. But still. A few stragglers, the house was a mess."
"Did he yell?"
"He would have. If Tom didn't tell him he was throwing it in Peggy's honor."
Sawyer scoffed. "Smooth."
"Yeah. I
