"But that's what friends are for," Adam quipped as he put a foot up on the bumper and sat down on the hood of the vehicle, unscrewing the cap on his bottle again. He laughed. "That sounds like Paige and Lucas when they were getting ready for their big day. Googly eyed. Paige would hit me when I said that though."
He listened, trying to place the story in anything he might have read, and came up blank. It showed on his face. "Oh. It really doesn't sound like that much fun. Then again, who likes persecution for something they didn't do?"