Don’t Tell Our Parents
was an offer I wasn't nearly strong enough to refuse.
"Fine," I let out a long, dramatic sigh, rolling my eyes to keep him from getting too cocky. "Four weeks. But if I throw up on stage from anxiety, I'm throwing up on you."
Arlo threw his head back and laughed, a bright, booming sound that made my entire chest feel warm. "Deal, Avery. The Porch Outlaws are officially back."