𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?| Robby Keene & Eli Moskowitz [COMPLETED]

𝒍𝒊𝒊𝒊. it's my anxiety

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE,
IT'S MY ANXIETY

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Sam and Cameron walked into the LaRusso house, both wearing wide smiles that were hard to ignore. The date at Golf 'N Stuff had gone better than expected-a perfect mix of competition, fun, and the kind of casual bonding only sisters could understand. They had each gotten a few wins under their belt, and there was something satisfying about knowing they were both in a good place, especially after so much tension in the past.

As they stepped inside, they were greeted by the sound of their dad, Daniel, calling from the living room. He was sitting on the couch, flipping through a car magazine. He looked up at them, his eyes lighting up.

"Hey, girls," Daniel greeted, sitting up straighter, clearly glad to see them home safe.

Sam, still glowing from the night, let out a long breath, exhaling as if the day's events had worn her out just enough to make her relax. "Hey," she replied, setting down her bag by the door.

"'Sup," Cameron smirked, leaning casually against the wall with her arms crossed. She popped the 'p' of her response and raised an eyebrow, clearly in a playful mood.

Amanda, their mom, was in the kitchen, busy at the stove, but she glanced over her shoulder with a smile. "How was Golf 'N Stuff? Any interesting moments?"

Sam and Cameron exchanged a look, their grins matching. Cameron jumped in, her usual confidence in full force. "Amazing. Got some kicking in," she said, lifting her leg into the air for a mock kick.

Daniel's brow furrowed, completely confused by the non-sequitur. "What?" He asked, clearly not following her at all.

Cameron waved her hand dismissively, clearly not planning on explaining herself. "Nothing, don't worry about it." She flashed a smirk, clearly enjoying the fact that she'd baffled him.