(I have no idea what this is)

If there's one thing life with your parents has taught you, it's that peace is an illusion. One is a storm with thick eyebrows, and the other is a sarcastic breeze that can turn into a hurricane in a matter of seconds.

Today, the universe has decided you need more drama in your life.

"I'm going to Graham's house!" you announce, trying to leave with your backpack slung over your shoulder.

— "Absolutely not," Noel responds, looking up from his newspaper.

Damon appears with a tea mug printed with a picture of Noel that reads, "I love my husban". He leans against the counter with a sly smile.

— "What your father means to say," he interrupts, "is that we’re not letting you hang out with the Coxons. Not after... the Incident."

The Incident.

— "What are you talking about?" you ask, feigning innocence.

— "Do you think we forgot what happened at last summer's festival?" Noel puts down the newspaper and crosses his arms.

— "It wasn’t my fault!"

— "Oh, really? Because, as I recall, someone got on stage at Glastonbury, someone shouted, 'Dad, do it for the '90s!' and someone almost caused Blur and Oasis to fight again in the middle of the performance."

Damon snorts, amused.

— "To be fair, that was the most rock and roll thing our kid has ever done."