𝐞𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲, elite.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ,

▬▬▬▬ 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘,

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 - if not most, all students were eager to arrive. Unlike winter, which brought cold months and time with the family to cherish in holiday spirits of gift giving and quality time (making up for the lack of quality time in most households), spring break signified the half-way mark and beginning of summer vacation. It was the pre-game, the buildup of summer where each didn't need to worry about vacationing with the parents (though most took advantage of such trips) but were free to abide by their own rules and plans without worry of family responsibilities and obligations.

For the Villada twins, their routine of plans had been set in stone since the age they could mutter vacation. With their mothers credit cards (a symbol of apologies and forgiveness since spring was their main busy work season), the pair would book a 'home away from home' week experience with friends of their choosing (the obvious: Carla, Lu, Guzman, and occasionally Marina). This had been the first year there were alterations to their plans. As if in union, Carla's parents decided to travel overseas to benefit their wineries while Lu went off with her mother on a long awaited trip to Ibiza and Marina spent the holiday with her boyfriend, leaving the twins to bask under Bahama suns and waters with Guzman.

It was nearing 3 a.m when the twins and Guzman stumbled back into their vacation home from the poolside club. The three had stumbled in together, Polo in the middle while his sister and best friend carried him through the door and into his bedroom. He had been the drunkest of the three, ordering bottles and shots in a row, losing himself in pouring liquor into their mouths and others while everyone's bodies molded to the beat of the dj.

So maybe drinking from 10 am brunch straight to 2 a.m had been far too much for them to handle. At least, for Polo it had been too much. He had felt pressured from the two calling him boring due to the fact he spent most of the days pouting over the fact he was away from his girlfriend and failed to "let loose" and "enjoy the moment with the two other people he cared for most."

Polo was determined to prove to Charisma and Guzman he could have fun and not mope all vacation and he did just that. He definitely proved he could forget (with the help of alcohol) about Carla and dance until the liquor in his system turned his legs to jello and he had to be carried out because he could barely keep his eyes open.

The entire way home he had been going back and forth, pressing his lips to his sister and best friends' cheek, muttering how much he loved them, appreciated their presence in his life, and was having the best fucking vacation he had endured in ages (except don't tell Carla because she'd be pissed to know he had an ounce of joy without her). Thankfully halfway into the car ride, Polo had fallen asleep with his head upon Guzman's shoulder leaving silence in the air until Charisma woke him to carry him back inside.