Hawk pulled a face. "Ew, don't spray your spit all over the couch." He said as he reached his hand in the popcorn bowl. He kicked his legs up. "Too bad Dess couldn't make it to training today."
Oliver finally released Demetri, his pale face now bright red, but the brunette kept his head on his chest. "Yeah, but she's been doing real good in therapy."
"Well." His boyfriend mumbled.
The red head waved his hand. "Whatever."
Hawk smiled softly. "That's good. I'm glad she is."
Grayson raised himself up. "Speaking of training. Where do we think the tournament's gonna be?" He asked and opened a Twix bar.
"Hopefully somewhere tropical so we can go to the beach after."
Demetri sat up and fixed his hair. "Orrr we'll be going somewhere more homogeneous the sport. Ooh, imagine Japan!"
The boys just stared at him. "I don't like you using words that involve the word homo, so no." Oliver declared, shaking his head.
"That's not–never mind." He gave up.
Grayson chuckled. "Gotta be somewhere cold, don't ya think? Or am I making that up?"
Hawk laughed. "You're definitely just making that up. I'm saying Europe." He decided.
Oliver shook his head. "I'm saying Hawaii."
"Clearly there's a divide here," Demetri pointed out, literally pointing his finger upwards. "So, should we place bets?"
His boyfriend's eyebrows lifted. "You want to place bets?"
"No need to say it so incredulity."
Grayson pulled a face. "What?"
Demetri just waved his hand. "Whatever. So, what do you say?" He asked and looked at all of them.
The group of boys shared the same look. "Yeah, I'm down." Hawk agreed.
Oliver sat up straight. "Alright, Gray, where do you say?"
The brunette pursed his lips. "Uhhh. . .I guess I'll side with Hawk. I say Europe. Monaco, to be exact." Grayson settled.
"And I'll side with Oliver even though I still thinking Japan," said Demetri. 
"Okay then. What happens if we lose?" Asked Hawk.
"Gotta be something good," said Oliver. After a minute of thinking, he smirked. "Alright, I got mine."
They all looked his way.
"If D and I win, Hawk, then you and Gray have to dye your hair the American flag."
"What?" Grayson exclaimed while Hawk just laughed, "that's so stupid." The brunette shook his head. "Do you see my hair? You know how long it took me to get my curls just right? I'm not wrecking that!"
"You can always back down." Demetri suggested and Oliver smirked, knowing Grayson never backed down from a challenge.
Grayson narrowed his eyes. He quickly looked at Hawk, him just shrugging, and then he groaned. "Fine." He grumbled.
"What's our poison?" The red head asked.
Oliver watched Grayson lean close to Hawk and cover his mouth. The boyfriend's side eyed each other. Hawk smirked. "Alright," he said when Grayson pulled away from his ear. "If Gray and I win, you and Demetri have to get tattoos."
"Nope, I'm out." Demetri immediately said and stood from the couch.
Oliver grabbed his hand and yanked him back down. "Just think about it, Metri—"
"I am not getting a tattoo!" He argued.
"I'm not dyeing my hair." Grayson matched his tone.
"You can use temporary dye. Tattoos are forever!"
"We can get matching tattoos." Oliver suggested.
Demetri looked at him like he was insane. "No! It's not happening!" His voice went up.











Odessa sat beside Sam on the couch, careful not to mess up her pink nail polish and toes. Sam's were painted blue. "Are you having fun?" She asked with a small smile.
"Uh, yeah. It's just kinda weird with Johnny being here." Sam answered, smiling back.
"Yeah, true. At least he's trying though." She thought positively. Odessa smiled again. "Remember our last sleepover together?"
She watched Sam chuckle. "Yes, oh my gosh. We made Anthony believe there was a ghost in the house." They bursted out laughing. "But it was just us leaving phone cups under his bed."
Odessa was laughing so hard her face turned red. "He had to sleep with your mom and dad for almost a month."
Sam giggled again. "That was great. I miss those times."
The blonde smiled softly. "Yeah, so do I."
There was a small silence between them. Sam looked down at her painted nails, seemingly in thought. "I'm really, really happy that you forgave me for everything that went down." She looked at her again. "I felt so terrible."
Odessa titled her head. "We both fell for Yasmine's shit."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, but what she did to you was terrible and I stayed friends with her. I didn't deserve your forgiveness."
"Everybody deserves forgiveness, Samantha. I'd never be happy again if I didn't learn how to forgive," she spoke gently. Odessa turned her head and saw Tory on her phone, most likely texting Robby. "Just like Tory, y'know? Forgiveness isn't just about making yourself feel better. It's also about helping the other person be able to forgive themselves."
There was another few seconds of silence and then Sam slowly smiled. "Wise words, Beaumont. Wise words." She stated and they laughed again.