"Are you really going to choose those freaks over your own friends? Your real friends?"

Drew seethed, arms lacing together and eyebrows knitting. He wouldn't lose you to a bunch of misfits that could sing a melody or strum an instrument. No, he wouldn't let them drive a wedge between you and his saccharine companionship. There had been too many secrets spilled, too many long nights spent simply talking just to let that all go.

Drew bit back a scoff as your face contorted into uncertainty.