#c:tiva

Rhia held a wine cooler in her hand, mostly for decoration as she huddled around the bonfire. Her boredom was rapidly growing, though she preoccupied herself with staring off at the ocean as the others chattered. Her attention only slowly returned to the party at the soft call of her name. Rhia glanced up, making eye contact with a curly-haired girl and her devilish smirk. Rhia’s chest heaved and she stood a little straighter. “Hey,” she enthused in a high-pitched tone. “You look so good. It’s so great to see you again, oh my gosh,” she ranted, lifting her arms out to wrap around the other. “Um, so like, how have you been?” Rhia inquired, having yet to acknowledge her short history with Tiva.

“Okay, serious question,” Luca began, already expecting Tiva to have a snide remark lined up. They eyed the girl on their bed, a small smirk on their lips as they passed the liquor bottle. “If you weren’t such a lesbo,” he began and his shoulders perked up in a small shrug. “You think we’d be together?” he said coolly, as if the question wasn’t entirely revealing of the embarrassing feelings he’d held for Tiva at one point in time.