"Swear on your life that you're never going to double cross me," weirdo-punk chick demanded. I smirk at her slightly. "Make me." "My dad is the managers best friend," she taunts. "I can get you fired as quickly as..." she clicks her fingers. "That."

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.