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“uh... so.. how’ve you been?” he asks, hands are shoved into his pocket as a coping mechanism for not being able to hold her hand. it’s not that he can’t, it’s just that he probably shouldn’t. it’s been a while since they’d last seen each other and riley didn’t wanna ruin everything by making the first move. --then again, it was really her who made the first move by coming back. “how was... your trip?” god. she was still as beautiful as the first day he saw her. 

“nope, it just simply isn’t true,” brent retorted with the shake of his head. “i can assure you that when he dies, all the money is going to jared and not melanie. my source? my uncle helped write the will so,” he shrugs, leaning back in his seat. “is it fair? is it morally correct? is jared a dick? that’s up to you.”

“i don’t know. it’s all pretty hectic i guess. everyone always told me starting university was going to be a huge transition and uh... they were right.” a light chuckle comes from her lips as she adjusts the gym bag on her shoulder. “i’m just excited to be on the cheer team. --uh, how about you?”

“so...” she begins, kicking off her slippers and draping herself across the bed on her side, hand supporting her head. she at her younger sister with tired yet concerned and interested eyes. “do you wanna talk about it?” robyn asks in a nonchalant tone. she didn’t want to pry into daisy’s life but she wanted to let her know that she had open ears. “or should we just go to bed?”