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"Y'know... my friend looks up to you a lot," Chase murmured, barely glancing up from her phone.

Logan replied with: "I mean... I am pretty tall..."

(literally this is based off a scene in a kids' show wow)

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"Why exactly did you eat six packs of PopTarts? I just wanna understand the reasoning behind that," Mason asked, arms crossed as he stood in the doorway to his brother's room.

Lewis shrugged. "I dunno. I won a game in class and the prize was PopTarts. Someone said I was a fuckin' coward if I didn't eat them all. And I'm not a fuckin' coward."

( there is a story behind this and that story is just that my brother won a kahoot game in class right after lunch, won six packs of poptart bites, and fuckin ate them all. right then. )
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"Hey, Ronnie?"

Since it was Bailey trying to talk to him, Ronnie fully expected some asinine question. But still. "Yes, Bailey?"

"Um... I just wanted to say thank you. For being so nice to me and Chase. 'Cause I know sometimes we don't deserve it, and it means a lot that you don't hate us or anything."

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"Ronnie. You're one of my best friends. But if you make me sit through another boring ass movie, I'm gonna scream."

"Chase, sweetie... That was a play."

(idk?? chase's uncultured ass + anything fancier than an olive garden restaurant is a trainwreck)

[ concept: ronnie takes chase to an art gallery / museum / something equally out of her element and it's just?? her trying her best to stay interested and not do something to embarrass him ]

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Logan rubbed at his eyes as he got up and headed towards the bathroom. It was about time for the hotel to start serving breakfast, so he didn't think much of it when Lewis wasn't still in bed.

It wasn't until he was washing his hands that he noticed Lewis was asleep in the bathtub, pen in one hand and his notebook open right beside him. Really, this wasn't too surprising. He'd been sneaking off to write whenever he could, and once he'd almost been left behind at a venue because he holed up in a random corner and everyone thought he was already on the bus.

As much as he wanted to know what Lewis had been working on so much, he figured that was too much of an invasion of privacy. So, like a good friend, he closed the notebook and capped the pen, setting them on the counter before picking up the older boy.

Lewis really must've been exhausted, because he only started to stir once Logan put him down and tucked the blanket around him. Logan really thought he'd wake up when the pen was taken from him, or even when he was picked up.

( or?? would logan read the notebook?? idk?? )

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monster chase, screaming at the top of her lungs: ezra's a just a grumpy old man who won't take his goddamn vitamins!!!

monster ezra, trying to be on his best behavior: do you,,, do you guys hear something?

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