bring it on.

It was hard to keep his eyes open, his head in Tori's lap and the sun hitting them just right. Winters in Rosewood made Cliff appreciate the summer months more than he ever did living in California, whose perfect weather he'd taken for granted. The west coast didn't have his girlfriend though, who he enjoyed every season with but especially the warmer ones, when they could lay out in the yard together, content to do nothing else but be in each other's company.

"I know, I know." Vic laughed alongside him. "It's a crazy question." She could feel the heat run straight to her face. "I'm asking cause of your sister..." The blonde admitted which in itself was enough of a reason for her to know that she shouldn't have. If Moxie loved one thing, it was to cause mayhem. "Okay, so she brought it up when the girls and me were out having shots and it kind of has been eating at me since then. Not that I'm nervous or worried, it's not that. I promise." Vic began to explain, as she was more than confident with what Cliff and she had. "I just started to think, like what if you started getting tiktok edits, getting stopped for pictures and such. Like, I should start getting ready for my boyfriend to be the publics boyfriend because no shade to Penny Lane, but you're the really hot new guy in the band she use to be a part of."

Cliff didn't take for granted how quickly Vic forgave him, even after the long winter they went no contact. She was his easily his favorite person, someone he could share anything with, and he wouldn't make the same mistake twice of keeping anything from her. "Yeah. Yeah, I mean I'm not just gonna eat a bunch of apples by themselves, that'd be nuts. Not when there's cider and doughnuts around." He learned forward a little as she spoke of her Swiftie past. "Dare I say it... pop bible? Or could it be. Obviously the pop bible is Thriller or Rumors."

"Dare we say it." Vic closed her eyes, before nodding in agreement. "It's just too good. Talk about a perfect pop record but of course, nothing tops Thriller or Rumors. But I would put 1989 in the top... fifty, right?" She asked Cliff, as she respected his opinion on that matter very much. While she was an enjoyer of all things music, it went hand in hand with her craft– music was her boyfriend's life. "Actually, aside from Thriller and Rumors, what's your third? Off of the top of your head."

"I'm free," he said with no nonsense this time or fake checking of his calendar. As much as he played around Tori had to know if she just said the word he'd come running. "Oh thank you, you'd do that for me? I'm thinking four or five apple limit, that seems reasonable." He chuckled to himself and smiled back at her. "See I didn't even know you were a Swiftie," he teased, "Makes sense. And that album has Clean so it's automatically the best."

The biggest grin found itself on Vic's face as he let her know he was free. To say that she was happy with where Cliff and her relationship was would be an understatement, he was nothing short of her perfect person. To be able to say that he was her boyfriend was something she still hadn't gotten use to, just ask his sister as she was surely sick of hearing all about how happy she was. "I would definitely do that for you." She nodded. "But does that also include things where apple is an ingredient? Like, apple cider or doughnuts?" She asked her boyfriend. "Oh, that was quite an era for me." Vic said, with a shake of her head as they didn't need to discuss that. "Clean, Style, New Romantics. Like, I'm not in my Swiftie era anymore but I will always be a 1989 truther."

"Is there?" Brows raised with intrigue, he took a long thoughtful sip of his own drink. "Okay, yeah. We should go. I hope I don't apple myself out, you ever do that? Not with apples necessarily, but, you know. Everything in moderation. I'll do it with songs even."

"Uh huh." She said with a nod of her head, her lips only growing poutier as he really seemed to contemplate if he wanted to spend the day apple picking with her. Although once he spoke again, she got the answer that she suspected she'd get. "I should be free this weekend, if you are?" Vic said with a nonchalant shrug. Sure, Cliff might have been her boyfriend but she never wanted to come off as pushy. Just a slight nudger. "Oh, I'll definitely make sure you don't apple yourself out." A small giggle leaving her. "Yeah, for sure. You didn't meet me during my Swiftie era and with good reason, I wore my 1989 album out to the point where I literally gave my parents Stockholm syndrome."

Seeing as he wasn't about to start anything, Cliff raised his hands in a show of innocence. "I'm not shaming you for anything, I was going to say that looks good," he chuckled, and gladly reached for her cup as she offered him a sip. "Mhm, thank you." He slid the drink back her way. "I'm more of a cold brew guy myself. Or anything with apple, like an apple cinnamon situation."

"Well, good cause I wasn't going to accept it anyways." Vic told Cliff. A small semblance of a smile working at her lips as he took a sip of her cup and it only grew as he spoke of how good it's contents were. "You're so welcome." The blonde tapped at her chin as he spoke of his favorite flavors of fall was. "You know, there is a whole apple picking farm just about 30ish minutes from here... if you'd like to go? I promise there's gonna be all the cinnamon apple goodies you'd want. Plus, I wouldn't mind taking cute pictures of you reaching for apples."