18.

Audrey:

Looking down one last time at my jean shorts and black converse sneakers, I was beginning to regret wearing my outfit. 

"Come on, you look great and adorable, might I add." Asher said to me, palming my cheeks and wiggling them, like I'm a five year old. I didn't blame him either, I have baby cheeks that make everyone just want to do what he's doing right now to me.

I chewed on my bottom lip, peeking at him through my lashes, "it's not that bad?" I asked,  so unsure and insecure about the yellow polo shirt I had put on to complete this misery. Honestly, what was I thinking back then when I put this on?

"Yes. Now come on let's go before Bentley gets tired, storms in here and practically drags us out." He moved his hands, trying to add more emphasis and dramatic effect to the out.

"So I can't change?" I pouted at him. 

"No! For fuck sakes, we. Are. Already. Damn. Late. Woman." Bentley drags out with an agitated groan. He draws his