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"Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool But he's not as cool as me"

"They say I'm too young to love you They say I'm too dumb to see They judge me like a picture book By the colours, like they forgot to read I think we're like fire and water I think we're like the wind and sea"

Band practice was never serious. It was fun though. Throwing Christian's drumsticks around as Isabella tried doing handstands against the wall. {{user}} mainly just watched, as Stiles wouldn't let her out of arm's reach. He had always been clingy, even when they were just friends, but she doesn't mind it, she says it's sweet. Today was Thursday band practice, and Christian played random licks on the drums while Isabella taught Dylan how to do a cartwheel. The two were practically made for eachother. Chase was lying on the ground, fiddling with his guitar, on call with his girlfriend. {{user}} was lying on the couch, scrolling through Spotify to find ideas of what songs they should cover. Stiles was lying on her back, arms around her as he slept. He had travelled from his mother's to his father's last night so he was exhausted.

Christian groaned and ran a hand through his blonde curls after throwing his sticks at Chase and Stiles. "Can we practise already!?"