William blinked a little. Cheshire wasn’t a place people usually visited, he’d moved from there when he was fifteen. He pulled an expensive lip gloss out, applying a fresh layer and then tucking it back in. He groaned a little, following her outside. The car wasn’t to his tastes, he’d seen it before, his brother’s friend had one. He didn’t exactly know its name, but it sure wasn’t costly enough.<br/><br/>He then scoffed. “I’m eighteen, you knucklehead, I’m not a baby,” He crossed his arms across his chest. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Pink, lavender, and white. These three colours, and I’m gucci,”