Maroon Socks

10: (HEARTFELT) TALKS AND FRO-YO

10: (finally) cottages and bars

DAY 3.75

A few minutes after the (very candid) Polaroid picture of Arthur was taken, Dakota and him join the others at the frozen-yoghurt parlour.

"Hello, hello," Dakota greets in an Australian accent, hanging her bag on the knob on the back rest of the chair. She takes a seat. Arthur pulls a chair out, sitting on it, setting canvas back-pack on the table. Digging through his bag, he takes out his wallet, standing up.

"Want anything?" asks Arthur, to Dakota.

"Do you want anything," Dakota asks, getting up, as well. She rests her handbag on her forearm, quirking an eyebrow. "You bought me breakfast, this is the least I can do?"

Brooke watches them cautiously, putting a spoonful of strawberry frozen-yoghurt in her mouth, then, eating slowly and quietly. Fiona nudges her. Brooke turns her head to her, seeing that Fiona's smirking her head tilted to the pair stood up. 'What?' Fiona mouths. Brooke's response is her eye growing big and her head nudging toward Dakota and Arthur. Fiona purses her lips, not to laugh, nodding her head. When they turn their head back to face the front, the duo has already disappeared. "Where'd they go?" Fiona frowns. She then sees them. Just as the man has given them their bill, Dakota rushes to fish the money out of her wallet and so does Arthur. Dakota's laughing during the whole process, equally Arthur has a large grin on his face.

It seems to everyone that Dakota has won that round, since she's waving a bill happily about. She, then, crumples it up and throws it into the waste basket. Arthur has a pout present on his face. Dakota sets the cups on the table, winking at Arthur. The pair digs into their snack, only stopping when they notice Brooke and Fiona staring into their soul. Eating painstakingly slow, Dakota lifts her head up, her eyes darting between the two girls. "What?" she asks, once the yoghurt in her mouth has melted and been swallowed.

"Nothing," the girls say in unison, obvious smirks giving their lie away. They turn to look at each other, giggle between their sealed lips.

"What?" demands Dakota. "The two of you are obviously hiding something and I want to know what?"

"We never shall hide anything from you, Dakota," Fiona smoothly lies, her accent Irish and thick.

"Oh, you sweet, sweet Irish lady," Dakota says, trying to copy an Irish accent and succeeding at it. "Now, seriously, what is it?"

Dakota's grateful that Elijah and Calvin are too engrossed with their phones to pay attention to where this conversation is leading to. Calvin is typing out something seriously, also scrolling down very quickly, seeming to be changing apps regularly. Brooke kicks her legs up and onto Calvin's lap. Calvin only shuffles, running a hand through his hair, then, the hand falling and resting on Brooke's bare leg. He does mutter a small 'what are you doing?' but other than that he doesn't complain much, which surprises the people who are paying attention to the current conversation. Brooke smiles, her deep red lipstick outlining her perfectly shaped lips.

"All shall be revealed, darling," Brooke pauses, "soon."

"I am really scared of the both of you."

"Blah blah," Brooke ignores, waving her hand. She resumes eating her large cup of frozen yoghurt. Her eyebrows furrow and she looks up, pointing at the cup with her spoon. "This is so good." She put it back down, pulling her phone out and checking the news and checking up on her parents and sister.

sent 16:46, Brooke Hollins: Heyyy what're u doing??

sent 16:46, Mariam Hollins: Hi! Hanging out. . the usual :)