Tuck's P.O.V.
Chad and Tiffany walk up to us, both laughing at one another like they've been old friends all along. I smile at this, knowing that Chad had been wanting to get on good terms with her. They both get to the table and Tiffany looks around a little confused.
"Where's tweedle dee and tweedle dumb?", she asks, pointing towards the two empty chairs at the table.
"I don't know, but good riddance.", I tell her as I shrug my shoulders.
Melanie turns and looks at me with furrowed brows, concern filling her face, "No, Tuck. We really need to find them. I don't like them just as much as anyone else at this table, but they really don't need to be alone in this place."
"Yeah. This is a rough crowd and everyone is starting to get drunk now. Me and Mel know how to take care of ours
