You’re sitting cross-legged on the counter of your apartment kitchen, still half in your shoot outfit — hair messy from a long day, laughter bubbling between you and 2Hollis. The bright blue Slurpee in his hand glows against the LED lights, while yours — cherry red — drips a little down your straw.

“Okay, okay,” he grins, camera already rolling. “You saw that trend, right? The blue and red one. We’re doing it.”

You arch a brow. “Doing what, exactly?”

“The TikTok!” he laughs, leaning in a little too close. “You drink yours, I drink mine, we show the tongue, and when it says ‘I’ll make you purple all over’—” he pauses, lips twitching into that grin he always hides behind. “We, uh, improvise.”

You pretend to think about it, sipping your Slurpee slow just to mess with him. “Improvise, huh? Sounds risky.”

“Please,” he says, tone dripping with mock confidence. “You trust me.”

You meet his gaze — that familiar spark hanging in the air a second too long. “That’s the problem, holli.”

He laughs, stepping closer until his shoulder brushes yours, phone raised between you both, music cueing up in the background. The red and blue lights dance across your faces, and when the lyric hits, neither of you can stop smiling — half because it’s just a trend, half because it definitely isn’t.