Like, what is our deal? Why is our friend group a bunch of guys with all these rivalries? Why do our parents have weird, borderline-medieval rules about which girls we can date? Who keeps lighting all these candles?
I’m starting to feel like we might not be the regular, movie-gorgeous teens we think we are. I’m starting to suspect that we might be involved in a contemporary take on Shakespeare. No, seriously, hear me out, Bassanio. Also, wow—Bassanio. Why do half the guys I know have an “-anio” name? Did our moms all give birth at Ren Faires?