#tel1

Phoebe: I hope I didn’t embarrass you earlier, son.

Dakota: You’re fine, Mom. Maybe just give it a minute next time?

“Yes! Booyah!” 

“Did you just say booyah?” Posy asked with a smile.

“Maybe I did.” Sangria said flirtily. We couldn’t feel shy now, not just after a strike. 

“Cute.” Posy said. “Wanna ditch these losers and go get a soda?” 

Sangria gave half a glance toward his sister Violetta, who seemed to be not paying attention. “Alright,” he said. 

Forest: Are you sure this is what you wanna do? We can both share this house, you know. It’s big enough for the two of us.

Dakota: I’m sure. One day we’re gonna want to have families and stuff, you know?

Forest: If this is what you wanna do, I’m not gonna stop you, but this will always be your house too. If it gets too hard out there, come home.

Dakota: You sound like Mom.

Forest: I do, don’t I? I just care about you.

Dakota: I’ll be fine, bro. I got this.