He throws his head back and laughs, and the sound feels like a sledgehammer against the inside of my skull. I rest my head against his shoulder, the smell of his cologne striking me like a slap to the face, but it’s fine. It’s the good kind of pain.

He runs a hand along my back. “So, maybe next time you should sit out the drinking portion of the night.”

I giggle. While it started out as my attempt to keep up with Drew and his friends, it didn’t take long for me to realize that I was actually having a ton of fun. Still, it’s nice to hear him say that. Like maybe trying to keep up with him is ridiculous because he doesn’t care if I drink or smoke or sit in a corner fiddling my thumbs.

“It was fun,” I say. “I think I just—well, I may have gone a little further than I should have.”

“Is that your way of asking me to keep an eye on you moving forward?” he asks.

I shrug. “I don’t mind having you to protect me.”

“Did you see my post?” Drew asks, but I have to admit I haven’t. It’s not like I was particularly literate stumbling home and collapsing onto my bed last night.

I pull out my phone to scroll through his blog. It’s basically all the same post on repeat since he reblogged it like thirty times replying to comments. It’s the picture of us in front of the bonfire with the comment “that moment when you make things official.”

“Wait,” I say. “We’re official?”

He smirks. “Well, official fake boyfriends. I hope you don’t mind me taking the creative liberty on the story. I just figured since people kept asking for more details, we should give them what they want, right? That’s the first post I’ve ever made that got more than ten notes, so I’d say I did pretty well.”

That’s definitely an understatement since the post has almost a thousand notes now, and I haven’t even reblogged it from the official Diary account. I guess some fans with enough followers really gave the post traction, which can be a good thing as long as it doesn’t get too out of hand.

“You should tell me first next time,” I say. “I mean, I want to be able to control the narrative we’re painting.”

“Yeah, totally, I get it,” Drew says as he lays out a stack of bookmarks. “I guess I just got caught up in the moment, you know? It’s not every day I get to be a part of something this cool, and I had a ton of fun last night.”