bionic besties 1 | lab rats

The One With the RV Lab

Third Person POV:

The Starbucks drive-thru line was somehow longer than the line at the DMV.

Delta drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, staring at the cars inching forward one by one.

"We should not have stayed up until 3:30 last night." Zadie muttered from the passenger seat.

She was practically folded into herself, swallowed by the oversized hoodie she'd thrown over her pajamas. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she looked like she was still trying to convince herself she was awake.

Delta glanced over at her, "Yeah, but this season of Love on a Plane was so good."

Zadie scoffed, "you cried during the last episode."

"I had something in my eye."

"For forty-five minutes?"

Delta rolled her eyes.

"Blake just was so perfect for Chelsea. They deserved happiness."

"Yeah, and I deserved sleep."

"You're fine." Delta told her. "We're getting coffee."

Zadie cleared her throat, waiting for more.

Delta noticed.

"And food."

"Okay, now you're speaking my language."

While they waited for the line to move, Zadie pulled out her phone and started replying to the endless unopened Snapchat streaks she had. A few selfies, a couple random pictures of ceilings, and one from Leo that was literally just a picture of his shoe.

She tapped through the notifications until she landed on the Memories tab.

5 years ago today...

A picture loaded.

Zadie immediately laughed.

"Oh my gosh."

Delta looked over. "What?"

Zadie turned her phone toward her.

It was a picture from their beach trip five years ago. And it was painfully obvious they were five years younger.

The photo was taken inside some random beach souvenir store, the kind filled with overpriced shells, shark tooth necklaces, and shirts that said things like Beach Please.

Leo was standing in the middle of the store wearing a pair of ridiculous sunglasses that took up half his face. He had a neon green bucket hat on backwards and was holding a stuffed shark like it was his child.

She tapped the screen.

Then, there was a selfie of a burnt Zadie and Delta sitting at dinner with pina coladas that were obviously virgin.

The worst part?

The dog SnapChat filter...a staple for that time of life.

"Why did we think this was cute?" Zadie asked.

Zadie swiped to the next memory.

Delta was frozen in the middle of a handspring, her arms perfectly straight, her hair flying everywhere.

"Wait," Delta said. "I forgot about this."

"You did a handspring every five minutes."

"I was showing off."

"Can you still do that?"

Delta laughed.

"No."

Zadie laughed and locked her phone.