By the time they arrived at Brandon's house, the sun had already set, and Addison already missed his bed. The drive was completely quiet, on the outside, but if anyone could hear the thoughts blaring in Addison's brain, they'd need earplugs to drown out the obnoxious chaos.

Maybe Oliver just knew him, or maybe he was psychic, but he sensed something was up. "Are you okay? You seem stressed?"

God, I'm always finding something to stress about, aren't I?

I got into college like I wanted, but now I'm ruining Oliver's mood with my problems. Problems that I shouldn't even have.

Nothing is enough for me.

Why is nothing ever...