“You wouldn't have liked it. You don't know any of the bands, ickie.” Bailey was commiserating her brother. She hadn't let him go to Warped Tour.

“Yeah I do. I like Rooftops. It's on the radio all the time.”

“Rooftops?” Pete asked. He had in one earbud and was listening to something on his MP3. Something loud— I could almost make out the vocals from where I was standing.

“As in Lostprophets?” Pete laughed. “Do you have your brother listening to Radio music?”

“Hey, don't give Mickey flack for that,” I said. I couldn't help ruffling Mickey's hair and Pete's feathers. “Have you read your shirt, recently, Pete?” I asked. “Don't pretend you don't love radio music.”

“Linkin Park has better music than their shit on the radio,” Pete said. “Just listen to this scream.” He tried to slip me the other earbud but I wasn't in the mood.

“Fascinating conversation, guys.” Tilly yawned.

I smiled at her. She was slumped against the bannister of the overpass, head in her arms, eyes in the clouds. “I think it's going to rain,” she murmured, abscently.

“Tilly's right. I'm bored,” Bailey said.

“You're bored?” I asked. “What about your blinged-out phone you have to carry everywhere? Just—” Bailey cut me off.

“Adapt, Brennan. You're the only one of us without one. I gotta have Mickey home for dinner, anyway. We better head back.”

“Let's pack it in, boys. That LP single is premiering on MTV tonight,” Pete said. “You know how I love my radio music.”

The three started walking back across the overpass. But Tilly stayed put on the bannister, so I hung back too.

“I hope it rains,” she said.

“Hey! You guys coming or not?” Pete asked. “You're not gonna make me third-wheel these two are you?”