𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 // 𝙟𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧

[ 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ]

𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧

corbyn walked back over the group after his encounter with his friend's ex, if you can even call her that.

daniel let out a scoff. "dude, were you talking to stella?"

"yeah, what about it?" corbyn said, sitting in one of the beach chairs that they had brought.

"she's such a bitch-"

"dude," corbyn interrupted him, opening a can of beer.

daniel scrunched his nose up, nudging the boy's shoulder. "you're my friend. you're supposed to be on my side-"

"yeah, but you're still not supposed to be out doin' that kind of shit," corbyn shrugged, referring to how daniel had treated stella. he felt kind of bad for.

"whatever." daniel rolled his eyes. "fuck off, corbyn."

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

while walking through the wrap-around porch, stella saw cameron leaving early. stella knew that she shouldn't try starting too many conversations since she was still a little drunk from downing cup after cup of the pomegranate margaritas, but she couldn't help herself.

"leaving already?" she called to the curly haired boy.

"yeah, just- something came up," he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

stella nodded and finished the last of what seemed like her seventh cup of the margarita. they weren't that big of cups anyways.

"gotcha." she raised her empty, plastic cup in the air towards him.

she made her way to the kitchen to find some of the pomegranate margarita still in the blender. she poured herself another cup, filled almost to the brim.

stella caught the sight of her best friend walking towards the side yard from out the window. she smiled and started jogging outside to meet with him.

conrad heard footsteps from outside the shower, which he recognized as stella's. he didn't know how he knew, but he knew.

"you never brought back the speaker," conrad said from inside the shower.

stella giggled. she didn't usually giggle so maybe it was because she was a little drunk. "you didn't give me nearly enough time."

"i think there was plenty of time," he joked, washing the mud off his body from his brother.

stella finally took in the sight of the splatters of mud on his chest and partly on his face. "you're all muddy."

"i am," he chuckled softly and teased her. "and you're drunk."

"no," she denied, but even she knew that she was a little drunk. "guess who i ran into on the way home?"

"do you want me to actually guess-"

stella shook her head quickly and leaned against the wooden door frame of the outdoor shower. "remember daniel?"

"oh... you ran into him?"

"no, but i ran into his friend. his name's corbyn. very nice boy," stella said, taking a long sip from her cup.

conrad was nodding along to her story but part of him was upset that he hadn't been with her when she had ran into this 'corbyn' person.

"sea ceature! we still have margaritas to drink!" a voice called from a far.

stella turned her attention away from conrad and peeked down the side yard. isabel was stumbling towards them with two full margaritas in her hands.

stella's eyes widened as she quickly finished the rest of her cup. "belly! top me off?" she said excitedly, letting isabel pour some of the spare margarita into stella's cup.