The Summer that changed my life forever...

Fiona: "Oh," I said. "Good. Okay, so you must be dating Paul."

(this is an interesting convo...)

Dakota: "Um, no...Brok, actually." What if she got mad? They WERE exes.

(mmhmm o.o)

Fiona: My jaw nearly dropped. Brok? But he was in love with me! "Are you sure you're not dating Trey?" It wouldn't be the first time someone got them mixed up.

(ish looking forward to kota's reaction to trey's name...)

(eep)

Dakota: I wrinkled my nose. "Trey? NEVER."

Fiona: I smirked. "Can't blame you. Brok's the way hotter one. Where is he anyway? I haven't seen Brok dear in so long."

Dakota: I had to hold back a glare. "I don't know," I said honestly, turning on my heel and leaving the kitchen.

Fiona: "Where are you going?" I called to the girl's back. I didn't even know her name, not that it mattered. "Help me find him!"

Dakota: "Why?!" I called back over my shoulder. I was soo not letting her see Brok again, when I still secretly thought he was still in love with her. He probably was, because how could someone like /me/ replace someone like /Fiona/?

Fiona: "I'll find him anyway!" I told her. I knew this jet inside and out. "I'm sure Brok still sleeps shirtless. It was so adorable," I goaded her, smirking.

Dakota: I gritted my teeth, I'd just go back to my room. "How'd you even get on here, anyway?"

Fiona: I shrugged. "I have a key. I used to follow them while they were on tour when I had breaks from my movies. Now, you wanna help me or not?"

Dakota: "Make that a 'not.' He's probably sleeping, and you said you know this place inside and out. So go to Brok's room."

Fiona: I rolled my eyes and marched over to Brok's room, opening the door. "Brok, honey, it's me. Fiona."

Brok: Was that someone in the room? "Kota?" I mumbled. "Is that you?"

Fiona: Kota? I glanced back over my shoulder at the girl. "Are you 'Kota?'"

Dakota: "Yup," I said, just loud enough for her to hear, before stomping to my room and slamming the door. He could have fun 'catching up' with his 'friend.'

Fiona: Well, then. The girl was angry. Couldn't blame her, huh? After all, she must see me as competition. I smiled at Brok. "Get up, Brokky Brok."

Brok: At least she didn't know my real name. "Hi...?" I rubbed my eyes. "What are you doing here?"

(I don't want to have a buncha dialogue between them two, haha... want Brok to text Kota?)

(Yeah)

Dakota: I sat down on my bed and turned on my phone, having not done so when I got up.

Brok: I texted Dakota immediately. Morning. Was that you slamming the door earlier?

Fiona: "Who are you talking to?"

Brok: "Don't worry about it."

Dakota: I rolled my eyes at the text.

Yeah...I thought I'd give you and your...friend some privacy.

Brok: Help me get rid of her. Please? It wasn't like Fiona and I were really friends anymore. We hadn't talked much since the break up at all.

Dakota:

What? She thinks you two are still a thing..."

I guess I assumed he was thinking that, too.

Brok: We're not. Please help me get rid of her?

Fiona: I sat down on Brok's bed and started playing with his bed covers.

Dakota: She doesn't take me seriously, I won't be that helpful.

Brok: She doesn't take anyone seriously, especially me. Please?

Dakota: Fine...how?

Brok: Come down here, please?

Fiona: I stood up and started walking around the room. It still pretty much looked the same.