“Guy?” my brother demanded, drawing my attention back to our phone call. “What guy?” “Just a guy I know,” I squeezed out, tone pitchy. Biting down on my bottom lip, I glanced up at Johnny and said, “Honestly, it’s fine. You don’t have to drive me home.” “Hold up—who’s driving you home, Shannon?” Joey barked down the line, distracting me once more. “Why are you talking to guys old enough to drive you home? You’re fifteen!”
LMFAO I LOVE JOEY 😭😭
