“Alright, let’s see what you got, little bro,” Sunday teased, leaning against the table in her cropped hoodie and shorts.

Jake smirked, aiming carefully. “I’m about to destroy y’all.”

Demitra scoffed, twirling the cue stick in her hand. “Okay, big talk. Let’s see it.”

He took the shot, barely sinking a ball, and Eliana snorted. “Yeah, real destruction.”

Jake rolled his eyes, then without thinking, muttered, “Of course Demitra likes playing with balls.”

A sudden silence fell over the room.

Sunday’s mouth dropped open. Eliana blinked. Demitra just stood there, cue stick in hand.

Then, all at once—

“JAAAAKE!” Sunday screamed, clutching her stomach as she collapsed into laughter. Eliana shrieked and dramatically fell onto the pool table, kicking her feet. Demitra covered her face, shaking her head, but even she couldn’t hold in the giggles.

Jake grinned, realizing what he had just said. “Bro yall are weird for thinking that way.”

Sunday wheezed, barely able to speak. “YOU SAID IT—”

Eliana wiped away tears of laughter. “Bro, I can’t breathe!”

Demitra finally composed herself enough to give Jake a playful shove. “You’re so done.”

Jake held up his hands. “Hey, not my fault y’all have dirty minds.”

They were all still recovering when Eliana suddenly let out a dramatic sigh and flopped onto the couch. “Ughhh, I miss Noah.”

Sunday groaned. “Girl, we get it, you have a boyfriend.”

Jake smirked. “Damn, it’s been like two hours.”

Eliana pouted. “And it feels like eternity.”

Demitra rolled her eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“He’s literally my soulmate,” Eliana insisted, staring at her phone as if Noah would text her at any second.

Jake lined up another shot. “You should just marry him at this point.”

Eliana perked up. “Honestly? Bet.”

Sunday choked on her water. “You’re seventeen!”

Eliana grinned. “And?”

Demitra shook her head. “You need help.”