𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 // 𝗖.𝗙

𝓤𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼

"BEAU, GET off my clothes!" Sylvia exclaims, swinging the towel she held like a playful weapon, landing gentle but firm hits on him.

"Hey! Ow! I'm sorry!" Beau scrambles off the bed, his laughter mixing with mock protests as the towel made contact again. "Ow! So abusive today!"

"Yeah, well, no one told you to barge in here and start acting like a maniac." Sylvia shot back, her tone half-serious as she folds a pair of shorts, trying to maintain some semblance of order in the chaos.

Ignoring her, Beau picks up a revealing bikini draped over the edge of the bed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Ouu, is this to show Conrad what he's missing?"

"No." Sylvia replies too quickly, but the way her cheeks flushed gave her away. "Maybe."

Beau burst into laughter, tossing the bikini back at her. Sylvia retaliates with another hit from her towel, a playful glare in her eyes. "Don't act like you didn't purposely forget to pack shirts because you want to flaunt your body to Jere."

"Can you blame me?! I need to make a move on him somehow!" Beau exclaims, his voice dripping with dramatic flair as he sighed dreamily. "Jeremiah Fisher will be mine this year."

"And I am 100% helping you guys get together." Sylvia promises, tucking the bikini into her suitcase with determination.

"And I'm 100% going to get you and Conrad back together." Beau declares, his voice turning serious as he settles next to her on the bed.

Sylvia's expression shifts, her smile fading as she moves the clothes aside to sit down. "I-I just want answers from him. I want to know why he shut me out. I want to know if he still... if he still loves me. Because if he doesn't, I don't know how I'll get over him. It's been four months and—."

"And we're going to figure all that out." Beau reassures her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Don't get too lost in your head. Just relax, okay?"

"Okay," Sylvia nods, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the swirling doubts.

"Good, now did you take your pill?"

"Yes..."

"Liar!"

"Do not accuse me of such—fine I lied."

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"Steven, I'm driving next." Sylvia declares confidently as they step into the brightly lit gas station store, the familiar scent of snacks and gasoline filling the air.

"You are not." Steven retorts, holding up the keys triumphantly, a smirk on his face. "I have the keys."

"Not anymore." Beau chimes in, swooping in like a hero. With a quick flick of his wrist, he snatches the keys from Steven's grasp and tosses them to Sylvia, who catches them with a gleeful smile.

"Beau! Come on, man!" Steven whines, his mock frustration evident as he watches his friend's antics.

"Sorry, man." Beau says, giving Steven a light pat on the back, his grin unwavering. "You'll be fine."

"Exactly." Sylvia adds, as she turns to Steven before striding over to her little sister, who is happily munching on Cheetos by the colorful snack aisle. "What drink do you want, Bel?"

"Dr. Pepper, please." Belly replies, her mouth full, crumbs dusting her cheeks.

"Ew, swallow your food next time." Sylvia groans playfully, shaking her head with a chuckle as she grabs a refreshing Sprite for herself and a Dr. Pepper for her sister.