Zodiac Camp

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Taurus's POV

Libra helped me with the neck tie on my halter one piece swim suit. It was going to be the first time I swim without Scorpio. I was happy that he taught me something that I thought I was too scared to do. I did the same with him. He's still a bit shaky on the bike and he's still wearing that dumb Sailor Moon helmet, but he can now ride a bike.

"Alright. I'm done."

"Is it okay?"

"It's cute. Especially with the matching earrings." Her finger pointed towards the gold pineapple studs that went with the pattern on the swim suit.

"Shanks you. You look way better than me though."

"Don't say that."

"But it's true."

Libra had on a black bikini that accentuated her hourglass figure. She had on one of those oversized floppy hats that would fly off with the slightest gust of wind. Her lilac hair was flawless with no fly aways. Her red lipstick was perfect along with her mascara and eyeliner.

"I bet Scorpio and Cap would beg to differ."

"Whatever."

"Would you ever date Scorpio?"

"I'm pretty sure we're already dating in some dream world of his."

"Is that a yes or no?"

"If Dream Taurus can date him, why not? I mean I would have to not be with Cap and I wouldn't do that."

"So what are your plans with Cap for the future?"

"I don't know. I don't like thinking about getting old. I'm comfortable staying in my parent's house and staying in high school. I don't really want to move out and live in an apartment with Cap right now."

"You're only fifteen, so don't worry."

"Do you want to move out with Aqua?"

"Dear god no. I love Aqua and everything, but I don't think I have the patience to live with him."

"What does that mean?"

"He needs some work on his maturity. He gets upset if someone sits in his spot or if his stuff is moved slightly."

"Slightly?"

"He left his bag on the floor, so I moved it onto the counter."

"I don't think I could live with Cap either."

"Why not?"

"He's just like Virgo when it comes to organizing."

"You should be used to it."

"Magically, I'm not," I responded. "We got in an intense argument about if you're supposed to iron bed sheets or not."

"You're not."

"Try telling him that."

Cancer's POV