Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

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**Wednesday, July 18th**

Dahlia's POV
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We couldn't start heading home until Wednesday because it took them a couple days to fix up the bus, but when Wednesday was finally here, we were all ecstatic!

I think I can speak for everybody when I say that getting onto that bus was a breath of fresh air. No more having to share a hotel room with fifteen other people. We were heading home, which meant finally getting to relax and get some good sleep.

This vacation had been really fun, but it was pretty tiring too. Being around other people constantly was exhausting, and nothing could prove that better than the sixth hour spent on the bus.

Like I said, getting onto the bus was a breath of fresh air, but that fresh air quickly turned into poison the longer we were sat there.

"How could you not know the name of my pet rabbit?! I've talked to you about her, like, twenty thousand times!" Ken shook her head as she turned away from Caden and slapped his hand away as he tried to touch her shoulder.

"I tune you out every time you mention the stupid thing because, baby, I love you, but I'm sorry I don't give a shit about a bunny rabbit you had when you were six years old!" He yelled. "You talk about the thing all the time, and it's just not that deep! Do I agree that it's sad that she got run over by the lawnmower? Yes! Do I care to hear the story every day of my life?! No!"

"Oh, like I don't get sick and tired of hearing about Leonard the opossum all the damn time?!" She scoffed. "You had that thing for, like, a day and it was a fucking opossum! You couldn't have been that attached, and yet I let you go on and on about how you guys were besties—"

"Thank you! This is exactly what I was talking about way back at the Sadie Hawkin's dance!" Cadence chimed in.

"Oh, shut up, you twerp, I don't even wanna talk to you after the wrong you've done to me!" Caden rolled his eyes at her.

"I said I was fucking sorry—"

"How does my own so-called twin sister not remember the day of which I lost my first ever baby tooth?!" He shouted. "You should care about me enough to remember that kind of stuff!"

"I do care about you. Most times. But it's fucking ridiculous of you to legitimately think that I'd remember that shit! You don't remember when I lost my first baby tooth!"

"January 21st, 2005, bitch!" He huffed. She gasped, her eyes widening. "What the fuck? Why—How—"

"I kept up with it! I wrote down and have now memorized all the dates in which you lost your baby teeth and not only that! I also kept up with when you got your first period, had your first kiss, broke your first ankle, and I even kept track of how long it took you to get your driver's license after getting your permit! Three tries and 452 days, by the fucking way!" He shouted.

"Okay, so, because you're a fucking weirdo I'm supposed to be one too? That shit is creepy, and I'm not about to keep apologizing for not keeping up with that weird-ass shit! Who the fuck does that?!"