Troublemakers

"Why do they call us troublemakers anyway?" Brice asks, as he flops down on the couch.

"We are teenagers, it is what we do," I reply, the sarcasm lining my tone. "Isn't that what the typical teenager does?"

"True," he says nodding his head in agreement.

"It's not like we are bad kids," Carson says sitting on the couch nicely, unlike Brice's flop.

"They are adults," I say taking a sip of my lemonade. "Their version of crazy is cribbage after eleven."

"God only knows what we do in their minds," Brice says, a smile coming upon his face.

We all laugh, and I can't wait until the summer begins. The twelfth summer of the "Troublemakers" all together again.

Cover by: @shadednights