“So, how is your tongue purple?” Elle asks incredulously, gaze flickering between your blue slushy and Lee’s own. Thankfully, it was mostly empty so you couldn’t tell the color: Red. “Do they sell grape stuff now?”

You and Lee share a look. Earlier, you two had found a secluded spot to make out in, but Elle couldn’t know that. Lee just nods, trying his best to keep a straight face.