𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 | 𝐜. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

today was the last day that everyone would be together. freya would take the triplets to the airport, and later that evening her and lahela would go back themselves and head to florida.

freya and lahela are at her house and the triplets are at there's, finishing up any last minute packing.

"we're leaving now, bye honey." her parents said, they were catching an earlier flight while the two girls went on the later one.

"okay bye." she replied.

freya had been planning on moving out for an while, and now that her influencer career had really taken off, it wasn't necessary for her to go to college so she could go wherever she wanted.

her hopes were to find an apartment somewhere in LA but she wasn't sure that would work out. she couldn't imagine a life without surfing in florida but LA was where the triplets sourced their business. they needed it.

they would just have to come up with a compromise.

—

the boys frantically search the house to ensure they wouldn't be leaving anything behind, for freya that wasn't a problem. her parents owned the hawaii house so if she left something, she'd get in back in the matter of a year.

when they got everything together nick decided to text freya and let her know what's going on.

—

frey

we're ready when
you are

i'll never be ready

🙄.
just come get us

fine. 🙄

—

the girl backed out of her driveway and pulled into the driveway next door, the boys house.

freya knew that no matter who was staying there throughout the years, it would always be theirs.

matt, nick and chris come out with many bags, shoving them into freya's trunk. she watches as chris opens the passenger door and sits next to her.

"where's lahela?" matt asked.

"she said she needed to finish packing, but i think she just isn't ready to say bye to you guys yet." freya replies.

"oh, okay." matt said.

chris reached out his left hand for freya's. she took her right hand and placed it in his. using her thumb to fiddle with the bracelet she had just given him the previous night.

she drove to airport, driving with only one hand. matt watching anxiously from the backseat while nick rants about the things he hates about flights.

—

"ugh, i hate flying, the security don't know what they're doing and the motherfuckers that have literal toddlers. like bitch please fucking move." nick says.

"could you please stop complaining? you're going to make my headache worse." matt said.

"i can't help it! i just hate everything about it. the lines, the security, the turbulence..."