Caroline Forbes-Salvatore and Stan Baker
Tucking his long legs up under him, Stan smirked over at her. "Really? The last person?" He snorted, turning his gaze to the sky as the fireworks started popping at varying intervals. "Remember when my parents took a wagon down to North Charleston to see the fireworks one year, damn near scared my baby brother half to death."
Stan smirked at the memory. It had been almost four whole days and three nights before they had made it to North Charleston. At twelve, it had been Stan's first time seeing fireworks and he had been mesmerized, so much so that after the two weeks spent there when they had prepared for the trip back to tiny boring Moncks Corner, Stan had made quite the fuss.
Quiet for a few moments, he spoke up again, voice a thoughtful tease, though there was a definite strain of envy in it. "Goes without sayin' that it ain't fair how you can drink and eat whatever the hell is you want."