a bellyjere au where shayla, cam, taylor, and belly plan a trip to europe after their first year at college, (shayla's second) and run into steven, conrad, jeremiah, and nicole while there. this is so awkward to write ok lov u bye
stevenshayla b plo...
@jaylort i look hot here ↳ @shayladwang you always do
@cameronscamera AND NOTHING FOR ME?? ↳ @shayladwang cam i have spent the past week with just you ↳ ↳ @cameronscamera and? unforgivable! ↳ @jaylort sux to lose looooser ↳ ↳ @cameronscamera hugging u rn WHAT IF I STOP WHAT THEN HUH ↳ ↳ ↳ @jaylort nooo cammy ilu ur no. 1 winner in my heart 🫶🏻
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hitchhiking back to america bc i'm not getting enough attention.
@jaylort ur so dramatic ↳ @cameronscamera YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN I'M GONE!!
@shayladwang cambear yk i love u ↳ @cameronscamera shaybear i am tinkerbell u know this ↳ ↳ @isabellyconklin STINKERBELL! ↳ ↳ ↳ @cameronscamera ISASMELLY!!!
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The last bar of the night is packed, but Shayla drags them through the throng, rattling off reviews from the travel guide she's been obsessing over for the past month.
"They said this is the best bar for backpackers! Like, so social. They have pool tables, and you can bulk buy drinks for cheap so they'll make you like ten for the price of eight. You end up having to share, and then you have friends!" She rattles off as we go, sidestepping a drunken boy who sways into our path.
Cam grins along with her, snapping pictures as they walk, and Taylor and Belly share a look, but they smile too.
They settle in quickly, shooting pool with a mix of locals and English kids on their gap year, laughing at the miscommunication that their broken language skills caused, and the wild gesticulation they rely on to get their points across. Belly feels quietly proud of how much she understands, and is understood, and, though she wouldn't admit it, she's fiercely proud of Cam, who flits from the group chatting easily in Spanish, and the cute boy in the smoking area, who she'd managed to glean in between his trips was French, and from Shayla who snuck out briefly to "make sure he wasn't a creep" (spy), that he was "like, stupid hot". Belly leans over the table, carefully aiming her shot across the ripped felt of the table. The shot wasn't tricky but she'd only ever played in frat houses where handsy boys were always 'correcting her form', so she had pulled her hair back into a ponytail and started cracking her joints in feigned professionalism before every shot to make her friends laugh.
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