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“Wait, I’m confused,” says Amanda, voice crackling out of Chanse’s phone. “Who’s Trevor?”
“Angela!” he hisses. “You haven’t updated your girlfriend on the Trevor lore?”
“There is no lore!” Arasha snaps. “We were neighbors growing up, that’s all! Didn’t any of you have friends before college?”
“He’s like her ‘one that got away,’” Angela explains, and Amanda hums knowingly.
“She never shuts up about him. You should hear her when she’s tipsy,” Chanse stage-whispers. He puts on a falsetto voice, batting his lashes and sighing like an Old Hollywood damsel. “‘Ooh, I wonder what Trevor’s up to! Do you think Trevor would answer if I called? I wish Trevor was here so I could kiss his stupid tall face—”
“I do not sound like that!”
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Old feelings rear their heads as Arasha spends Spring Break with her childhood friend, Trevor, at his family's beach house. The place itself hasn't changed much. The same can't necessarily be said for the two of them.