𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌 , 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐒

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

My God, don't look at your phone. Crush Culture, Conan Gray

(TW: mention of drugs, satire)

<OpheliaPatty> Heading to the UK with my bf tmmrw!

<Jasonatoer > Can't wait boo boo <3

"What the fuck is this?" Karl asks me while I put my shoes on. I take the phone and scan the instagram photo, it's there luggage in-front of Jason's bed.

"Are your ex and my ex..." I stare at Karl in shock.

"Dating?" He says, I nod at his question. For the first time I'm not panicking, for the first time I don't feel like the world is going to fall apart.

"The Uk's huge, like there going to come to Brighton, or where we are anyway." Where finally back in the holiday home, last night was so tiring. My head isn't hurting as much as it was last night in the uncomfortable tent.

"Yeah, your right." He sighs, his arms wrapping around me, his lips touching my forehead. I giggle and I place my hands in his hair.

"What time is it?" I ask, he glances at his phone.

"3:30." He whispers.

"Five more minutes like this, please." He whines, making me blush.

"Your being so needy, Jesus. We have to get the bitch you nimrod." I explain, but his not pulling away. I roll my eyes and pull him next to him.

"Ok, five more minutes." But not long after Theresa knock on the door.

"You lovebirds ready?" I hear Wilbur's deep voice through the door.

"JUST ABOUT!" I yell back, Karl groggily getting up beside me.

"Ok, but be quick or we'll leave without you." He walks away from the door and I hear the steps donw the stairs.

"Put your shoes on ok?" I grin, walking out the door and heading down the stairs.

"Love the fit Tommy." I tease, his wearing a bathing suit that looks just like his red and white shirt with some black swimming trunks. He chuckles and glances at Clay.

"Where's your shirt? You look like a tik tok thirst trap." Nick mocks the shirtless boy, my face flushes as I scan his torso and neck. I look away and head outside to the pool, I pick up the used pool towels and organise the pool toys, placing them back into the shed.

I hear my phone chime from the pool chair, I had placed it there so it wouldn't fall out while I was leaning over to grab things.

<jason>

"Is the asshole still texting you?" Nick says, pacing into the living room. I give a guilty nod and place my buzzing phone to the side.

"Did you block him?" I give him a firm nod, and he sighs. He curls up on the couch next to me.

"I'm sorry." He sniffs, his eyes slightly glossed over with tears.

"Nick, why are you crying?" I ask, holding my brothers face in my hands.

"I should have known what he was doing." He admits, looking at me.

"You didn't know, and he never did anything." I comfort him, runnning my hands through his messy hair.

"But what about what happened 2 weeks ago." He says, his face stiffening.

"That was 2 weeks ago Nick. Theres nothing to worry about now." At least that's what I thought.