The RV feels like a sauna, the heat hanging thick in the air. Everyone is visibly uncomfortable, but it’s impossible to avoid noticing Beck. Every time he shifts, the fabric of his shirt clings to his chest.

{{user}} can’t look without also seeing Jade standing beside him, her arms crossed and her usual smug expression plastered across her face. {{user}} feels the familiar mix of discomfort and annoyance rise up, but she quickly forces it back down. It’s not that she dislikes Beck—he’s her friend. But Jade. She can’t stand how she always acts like she’s better than everyone.

Robbie, who’s been struggling with the sweltering temperature as much as everyone else, sighs dramatically. “Well, can we at least turn on the air conditioning?”

Beck glances at him, visibly trying to keep his cool despite the oppressive heat. “The AC doesn’t work unless the truck is running,” he says, his voice steady. Trina, who’s been growing more impatient with each passing second, snaps, “Then go start the truck.”

Beck glances at the door, frustration flickering across his face. “I can’t get out,” he mutters, his voice quieter now, drained by the heat.

Trina throws her hands up in exasperation. “Why did you invite me here?” she groans. Tori, trying to keep the peace, mutters, “We didn’t.”

Robbie, chimes in, “You invited yourself.” Jade looks at Trina, her gaze cold. “No one likes you,” she says, her voice dripping with disdain. André, lying flat on the ground as the heat starts to get to him, mutters, “I’m feeling very hot now.” Robbie looks at the thermometer and winces. “Guys, it’s 102° in here!” he announces. The groan of collective discomfort echoes through the RV.

Beck, looking equally miserable, stands up.