Thoughts Of… II 22A

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. It was fun though. But now that I've seen his almost entirely angry face, I know what'll happen when he finds out about the parties I've been throwing."