Chapter 32

Tristan Cole

We pulled up to the diner and all got out of the car, I put my arm around Tyler and then pulled him in for a hug. He hugged me back, then pushed me away joking around, so I flung my arm around his neck and started messing up his hair, he hated it when I did that.

“Urgh, get off Tristan, for God sake! Why must it always be the hair?” He whined as he tried to fight me off.

“Because, it makes you whine like a bitch, my dear little brother,” I chuckled and messed his hair up even more, as we walked towards the diner.

Grace and Landon were walking in front of us hand in hand, dad was behind us laughing at our antics, and Evan's lot were just getting out of their car. I finally let go of Tyler and opened the diner door, I bowed as I held it open.

“Bitches first!” I said eyeing Tyler. He growled while punching me in the arm, then ran through the door with me sprinting in after him. “Tyler, you're so dead!” I shouted jokingly.

Landon cleared