“Not allowed?” River shook his head dismissively. “Look, if any of those “things” are about Stevie, don’t worry about it. Boy hasn’t had secrets since he went off to LA. Every single damn thing he does is out for the world to see.“ River swiped away a notification on his phone. “What can you tell me, Sammy?”

TOBY: Do you hate me that much????

“Hey, you’re Toby’s girl, right?” Ali grinned sweetly. “Boy doesn’t shut up about you, you know.” He adjusted his motorcycle helmet under his left arm and ran a hand through his hair--not that he needed to. Only Ali could make fucking helmet hair look chic. He nodded towards the gated mansion and the direction of the pulsing music. “You here for the party or what?” 

“Puck, wait. Wait. Hold on.” Toby placed a hand on Puck’s chest, pushing him back so he could catch his breath. "Not that I wanna kill this make out sesh or anything, but your sister’s voice is, like, nagging the fuck out of me,” he panted lightly. “Are we... Is this a thing? I mean, I’m cool with kissing and the occasional dry hump, but I’m just--” Toby floundered over his words. “I’m... not sure I know how to be anyone’s boyfriend.” His fingers drifted down the fabric of Puck’s shirt. “If that’s what you wanted me to be.” He looked up expectantly. “Do you... want me to be?”