Noah
The crowd swallowed us whole the second we stepped back onto the arena floor.
It was loud. The kind of loud that rattled your teeth and made your chest vibrate like an empty tin can.
Up on stage, the lead singer was leaning into the microphone, sweat dripping off his jaw, talking about love and heartbreak and all the ugly, messiest parts of being alive.
The crowd was roaring, waving their hands in the air, completely lost in the moment.
I, on the other hand, was standing right in the middle of a human sandwich from hell.
On my right, Cyan and Mason had somehow transformed into soulmates within the span of ten minutes.
They were screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs, jumping up and down, clinking their paper cups together like they were celebrating the end of a war. They were bright, loud, and bursting with energy.
Directly behind me, however, sat a dark, terrifying storm cloud.
