I could tell I was dreaming. Everything was fuzzy. Braylee, Rachel, Cheyenne, Tate, Trey, and Coulter were at the pool. We looked older. Coulter and Rachel were splashing in the shallows, Braylee was sunbathing, and Trey was getting a smoothie from the barista. He went to give it to Braylee, and she grinned. I knew what was in there.
"Noo!" I yelled. I dream-ran over to her and knocked the smoothie out of her hands. But she was drifting asleep. Trey stole her phone and ran off towards the beach. Tate and Coulter gathered around. Cheyenne and Rachel collapsed. Everything faded.
