stop, wait a minute.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the other’s words, somewhat hurt from them. “You might’ve hurt me, but I would never want to hurt you because of that. I never want to hurt you, Reagan.” She said, “I can’t believe that you think that I would want to.” She murmured, turning away as the other began to change.

Reagan finished changing and sighed as she turned to face Blake again, running her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t say I thought you wanted to hurt me, Blake, although it might have crossed my mind once or twice when I was upset and not thinking straight. I was just asking.”

Blake frowned at the other’s words, nibbling on her lesser lip as she began walking away. She decided to follow the older girl. “Reagan.. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s the last thing I ever want to do.”

Reagan tossed Blake’s jacket onto the open lid of her suitcase, grabbing whatever clothes were at the top of the pile in her suitcase, then stood back up and looked at Blake. “Didn’t you, though? After I hurt you?” She turned and started to change, not really caring that Blake was right there, it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before.

“I probably should’ve told her to stop sooner, but I did tell her to chill with the tweeting.” She shrugged, “But, yeah. Sorry about that.”

Reagan just shrugged. “Well if your guys’ goal was to hurt my feelings, congratulations, it worked.” She said, shrugging off Blake’s jacket despite just having put it on and walking past her, into their room to do what she originally came for: get a change of clothes.

“Piper is really protective of me and she knew everything that was going on.. So she thought it was a good idea to rub it in everyone’s face.”

Reagan pressed her lips together. “Mmm... I see,” she muttered. “And you thought it was a good idea to go along with it?”

Her facial expression quickly dropped at the other’s words, her eyebrows furrowed. “I bought us tickets to see her family for the holidays.” Trying to explain herself, “You know her parents were more like mine than my own. And Piper is my best friend. Basically my other half. We aren’t together or anything.”

Relief washed over Reagan as Blake explained that they weren’t actually together, although her guard was back up again and she still was a little uncertain. “Oh... Well, she sure made it seem like you were.”

“I’m sure of it. They must be having one hell of a time.” She sighed, leaning her shoulder against the wall. “I can’t let your big ego get out of hand.”

Reagan raised an eyebrow. “Well, there probably isn’t any danger of that, since my ego took a pretty big hit after I told you how I felt and then you ran away to London with Piper and got all cozy with her.”

“Sounds about right and we all are in the same room together.” Shaking her head. Blake ran her fingers through her hair, looking at her ex in her jacket - another small smile curved on her lips. “You might look a bit better in that jacket than I do.”

Reagan nodded. “Someone here really wants to mess with us,” she grumbled, then raised an eyebrow at Blake’s words. “Might? Just a bit? Damn, Blake. You really know how to hurt a girl.” She teased.

When she saw the smile on Reagan’s face a soft content sigh escaped her lips - just happy that she could see the smile that she loved. “You don’t have to feel bad or anything,” she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. “I mean you were my secret Santa.”

Reagan shook her head a little, letting out a dry laugh. She wasn’t mad at Blake, but someone who worked at the company hosting their trip was definitely trying to cause drama. “Of course I was. And guess who mine was? Lily.” She rolled her eyes as she put on Blake’s jacket, which was now hers.

She could feel the slight tension that was between them, just trying to ignore it. Blake nodded, licking her lesser lip. “Yeah,” She said as she began taking off the jacket that she was currently wearing - her leather biker jacket that Reagan always adored and seemed to snatch from her quite often. “I thought you’d enjoy this,” she said with a small smile, “Sorry for not wrapping it up.”

Reagan watched Blake curiously as she stripped of her jacket, then was completely taken aback when she handed it to her. “Oh...” She took it from her and looked at it for a moment, then back at Blake. It was sweet of her and Blake looked so cute standing there with that little smile on her face, she couldn’t help but let her guard down for a moment and smile back at her. “Thank you... I feel bad though, because I didn’t get you anything...”

“Surprisingly it is my last name, so I get to use that line without being a complete idiot.” She chuckled.

“Huh. Then I’m thoroughly impressed and consider me charmed, Kennedy.”

“Damn, why do everyone ask that… You can have one if you want. You’re Reagan aren’t you?” Ruth asked the other girl

“Sweet. Mhm, that’s me. And you’re Ruth.”

Wiping away the tears, Shannon sat up, bringing the blanket with her. She looked at Reagan for a while, before pulling her into a tight hug. That’s the thing with hugs, they’re meant to comfort, but we ended up crying some more. Perhaps, that’s the essence of comfort – letting it out. Her eyes are tired from crying, and her heart is tired of waiting for something she doesn’t know if she’ll ever receive. “I-I fucked up..” She whispered in between sobs. “I fucked up and I am aware of it. I just.. I can’t believe one mistake is all it takes to break us apart. I have spent nights regretting and it’s not even going anywhere. How long are we supposed to pay for a mistake?”

Reagan didn’t say anything as Shannon looked at her, waiting for her to break the silence, and she was pretty clueless as to whatever was happening, so it caught her a little off-guard when Shannon just pulled her in for a tight hug. She hugged her back, rubbing her back and letting her cry, deciding not to prod any further. What Shannon did tell her sounded all too familiar anyway. She pulled back to cup her friend’s face, wiping the tears away with her thumb. “Hey. You’re human. We all make mistakes, and no relationship is perfect. If you’re that crazy about her, find a way to make it up to her.”

Blake wasn’t expecting to bump into Reagan, especially the fact they haven’t really had spoken since she had admitted her feelings towards her. But, of course they were put into the same room. She ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up at the older girl, sucking on her lesser lip. “Yeah. Sorry, Rae.” She said softly, taking a step back.

Reagan crossed her arms over her chest, frowning slightly at the nickname, but choosing not to comment on it. This felt far too awkward. After a moment of searching for something to say or an excuse to leave, she finally landed on something. “Didn’t you say you had a Christmas gift for me or whatever?”

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Reagan wasn’t exactly happy with the way things were going for her at the moment, and it seemed like Shannon wasn’t either, so maybe having each other around would be good for distraction. Or so they could mope together. Although as she approached Shannon’s room, she could hear bawling and her heart went out to her. She opened the door and stepped inside, her gaze immediately landing on her friend curled up in bed looking miserable. Closing the door behind her quickly, she rushed over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, brushing her hair out of her face. “Hey. Yeah, it’s me. Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” She inquired gently, not wanting to push it.

“I bought some baked cookies at the bakery along the streets just now, Venice is amazing.” The blonde sighed contentedly as she turned to the other girl who was sitting nearby.

“...So is that an invitation to help myself to some of these said cookies, or were you just rubbing it in my face?”

“Oh shit, sorry.” She murmured when she bumped into the other’s shoulder. “I should probably stop looking at my phone while I walk. It’s a total hazard.”

Reagan had been avoiding her room as much as possible-- having her, Lily, Piper, and Blake in the same room probably wasn’t a coincidence and someone who was working with the company hosting their trip definitely had it in for her. So naturally, when she went to the room to get a quick change of clothes, of course she had to bump into her ex-girlfriend. “Yeah, you probably should.” She muttered, not exactly ecstatic to see her considering recent circumstances.

“The name’s Bond, Kennedy Bond.” She grinned, wiggling her brows before she let out a chuckle. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I just have to use that line sometime on this trip.”

“Real charming,” Reagan chuckled a little. “Understandable, though. If I had a cool last name like that, I’d probably do it too. Assuming that’s your real last name.”