somewhat lurking

Wren: How did a water lover like you manage to find two best friends who can’t even swim. Robin: Opposites attract? Alex: I can swim. Wren: Really, why don’t you? Alex: I just don’t like it. Levi: Why? Alex: Why don’t you? Byrd: He almost drowned, so now he’s scared. Levi: Twice! Alex: Valid, I guess. Byrd: You should work on that though. Wren: Yeah, what if you fall in when no one’s around? Levi: If I don’t go near the stuff I dunno how you’re expecting me to fall in. Wren: Accidents happen-.. or else I’ll yeet you in, then you’ll have to learn. Levi: Or the sweet relief of death will find me. Robin: Alright, enough of the morbid drowning talk-.. we’re on vacation. Alex: Agreed. Levi: As long as you don’t actually chuck me in-.. okay, Wren? Wren: We’ll see. [Robin sighed, making a mental note to poke Alex about the subject again later. It’d be so much easier if he could just read her mind like everyone else, but all he could pick up on was a hint of uncomfortableness.. and guilt]

Ava: I don’t know why you like camping so much, none of our stuff is here, it’s boring. Wren: Do you really need any of it? Ava: What’s wrong with Levi? Wren: I don’t know-.. his lame girlfriend dumped him, I guess. Ava: If she’s lame, why’s he sad about it? Wren: Beats me. Ava: Where do you think that saying came from? Am I supposed to beat it out of you? Wren: Try it, squirt. Ava: That’s a stupid nickname, what about the word squirt means small anyway..?

[phone vibrating] Archie: Do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone on social media when they don’t post any pictures of themselves and have a completely random username? Wren: yeah, it keeps weirdos like you away Archie: Well, it failed. Wren: good for u Archie: I thought persistence was an admirable trait? Wren: stalker behaviour tbh.. bye … [Wren locked her phone, hesitating slightly; maybe she should’ve tormented the guy a little more before blocking him completely, or maybe he’d just wanted to apologise and she shouldn’t have been so impulsive-.. oh well, it was too late now] … Archie: What the-.. ugh! Madison: Did someone catfish you again? Archie: You can talk, slathering mountains of that nonsense on your face every day. [Madison snickered as Archie huffed and tossed his phone across the coffee table carelessly, sending it clattering to the floor; her cousins’ ridiculous outbursts never failed to amuse her] Beverly: Archibald! Archie: Oh, be quiet. Beverly: [tuts] Your attitude is foul, mister. … Wren: Meh. Oscar: [yelling] Wren, what the hell are you doing up there?! Wren: COMING!