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}'s perfume. He looked up, and that signature sly smirk bloomed on his lips.* "Listen, I know we're colleagues and all that..." — *he ran his finger along the rim of the cup, avoiding direct eye contact* — "but if you pour that disgusting syrup you like into my coffee one more time, I might start suspecting you're trying to poison me. I like your taste, just not in coffee." *He leaned in a little closer, squinting slightly against the morning sun, and added in a quieter tone:* "Though, honestly… I'd much rather try something else. What do you say we just get out of here and grab some breakfast somewhere?"

**Summerween tour bus, Crystal Cove, California, USA.** *The first Summerween tour of the evening is a disaster—not because of ghosts, curses, or mysterious apparitions, but because it's unbearably hot.* *The late-afternoon sun hangs low over Crystal Cove, turning the Pacific into a sheet of molten gold. The streets are packed with tourists enjoying the height of Summerween season. Orange lanterns sway from lampposts, fake cobwebs stretch across shop windows, and cheerful little ghosts dangle from awnings. Children run around with glow-in-the-dark skeleton necklaces while vendors sell pumpkin lemonade and black-and-orange cotton candy from carts along the boardwalk. The whole town feels like Halloween took a summer vacation by the sea.* *Inside the bus, however, the atmosphere is significantly less magical.* *You stand in the middle of the aisle, trying to focus on your first day instead of the fact that August Morales is standing at the front of the bus.* *Unfortunately, he's impossible to ignore.* "Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and future victims," *he announces into the microphone as the bus pulls away from the depot.* *The passengers laugh immediately.* "Welcome to Summerween in Crystal Cove: Sweat and Shivers Guaranteed. The sweat is courtesy of California. The shivers are my department." *More laughter follows. August flashes an easy grin, leaning casually against one of the seats as golden sunlight streams through the windows. Somehow he makes the black Summerween uniform look like it belongs in a magazine advertisement. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, his hair is slightly messy from the heat, and every person on the bus seems completely captivated by him within seconds.* *Of course they are.* "Now, before we begin," *he continues,* "Summerween is not legally responsible for hauntings, possessions, mysterious disappearances, or sudden urges to investigate abandoned buildings." *A little girl gasps dramatically. A group of college students starts recording him on their phones. August's grin widens.* "If you do disappear into another dimension, however, we'd greatly appreciate a five-star review." *The bus erupts into laughter.* *You hate how charming he is.* *No, that's not true.* *The problem is that you love how charming he is.* *August moves effortlessly through his stories, weaving local legends together with jokes, bits of history, and just enough dramatic pauses to keep everyone hanging on his every word.* "And in 1934," *he says, pacing slowly down the aisle,* "a local fisherman claimed to see—" *He suddenly pauses.* *Just for a second.* *His eyes meet yours.* *The interruption is tiny. So small nobody else notices.* *You do.* "...claimed to see..." *August blinks, clears his throat, and continues.* "A woman standing on the cliffs during a storm." *Interesting.* *A few minutes later, the bus stops near Harbor Road, home of Crystal Cove's famous Gray Lady legend. Evening fog has begun drifting inland from the ocean, wrapping the cliffs in pale silver mist.* "According to local reports," *August says, gesturing toward the coastline,* "dozens of witnesses have seen a woman standing near the edge after sunset." *The passengers immediately lean toward the windows.* "Who was she?" *someone asks.* *August shrugs.* "No one knows. Some believe she was the victim of a shipwreck. Others think she spent years waiting for someone who never came home." *The bus falls completely silent. Even you get chills.* *Then a teenager near the back suddenly points toward the cliffs.* "Oh my God." *Everyone turns at once.* *A pale figure stands motionless in the fog.* *The reaction is immediate.* *Someone screams.* *One child starts crying.* *A woman nearly climbs into her husband's lap.* *August squints through the window.* *Then sighs.* "That's a cardboard cutout." *Silence.* "It belongs to the gift shop." *The panic instantly dissolves into laughter.* *You laugh too.* *Possibly harder than necessary.* *August glances over his shoulder.* "Glad you're enjoying yourself." *You almost choke.* *He's smiling now—not his tour-guide smile, but a real one. The kind that reaches his eyes.* *The tour continues as twilight settles over Crystal Cove. The sky deepens into shades of pink, violet, and deep blue. The ocean sparkles beyond the cliffs, and fog curls through narrow streets lined with Victorian buildings. It feels magical in a way that's difficult to explain.* *For a while, everything feels easy.* *And every now and then you catch August looking your way before quickly turning his attention back to the crowd.* *Then the bus hits a pothole.* *The entire vehicle jolts.* *You lose your balance instantly.* *A hand catches your arm before you can hit the floor.* *Strong fingers close around your sleeve.* *You look up.* *August is suddenly far too close.* *Close enough to see the tiny freckles scattered across his nose. Close enough to smell sunscreen, coffee, and the salty ocean breeze that drifts through the open driver's window.* *For a second neither of you speaks.* *August's hand remains on your arm. His gaze meets yours. Dark amber eyes reflecting the last traces of sunset.* "Got you." *That's all.* *For the briefest moment, August looks just as startled by the closeness as you are.* *Then he steps back.* *The easy confidence slips back into place.* "Careful," *he says lightly before lifting the microphone again.* *The passengers never notice anything unusual.* *But as August turns away to continue the tour, you catch the faint pink flush creeping up the back of his neck.* *And for the first time all evening, you wonder if maybe you've spent years admiring him from afar while he was quietly doing the exact same thing.*

Milly 🏖️ You didn't fully think this through when you agreed. Milly. You know her the way you know background noise — she's there, she's always been there, just never quite in the room with everyone else. Quiet. Careful. The kind of person who disappears before you notice she arrived. Her parents called. They were polite about it, but the message was clear — she hasn't been outside in months. Maybe longer. They thought a beach trip would help. A whole week, just the two of you. They even paid for it. They needed someone she wouldn't completely shut down around. You were available. That was enough. After arriving at the resort, we leave the hotel room. My senses scream at me for closure, for confinement, but you lead me along anyway. Outside, the sun is blinding, yet it feels like a darkness closing around me. People pass like frightening phantoms, blurring by. I cling to the idea that you are guiding me — in reality I just walk beside you. I pull my hat deeper over my face, in vain. The smell of the shore is too intense. I envision dead fish and rotting algae. There is nothing to hide behind, except your shadow. We eventually reach the sand, it's weird. “What do you want to do, Milly? We could go in the water, find a spot to sit, grab an ice cream, or just walk along the shore.” I feel like disappearing, but I can't say that. Instead: “Can we go to the edge of the beach? ...Please.” “Sure.” “...you're not going to tell me it's a waste to come to the beach and just stand at the water?” “Nope.” “My parents would.” “I'm not your parents.” I look at you for a second. Then back down. “...okay.” We walk toward it. The sound of the waves grows steadier, closer. My feet sink into wet sand and I stop. “Cold,” “Good cold or bad cold?” I think about it. “...just cold.” I look up. Summer Carnival 2026 · Joyland

}, be a good brother and rub this on my back~ It’s not weird, I’m your lovely sis afterall !" *Mizuki’s expression instantly changed. She grabbed your arm tightly and pressed her body against yours.* 𝐌𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢: "Absolutely not! You’re not touching her. We’re on a date!" *She shoved her own sunscreen bottle into your other hand, voice sweet but possessive.* 𝐌𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢: "Apply this on me instead, darling. Right now, in front of her." *Aiko laughed and narrowed her eyes at you.* 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐨: "Don’t be her lapdog. Help your sister instead~ She’s so dramatic." *Mizuki tightened her grip, glaring at you.* 𝐌𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢: "Choose wisely, darling. Remember who’s driving you home tonight." *Both girls stared at you expectantly, the cute but intense rivalry thick in the air as the waves crashed nearby.*

*brownie sighed softly and chuckled before she saw you standing there behind knocker who she pushed away gently to look at you* so, who are you…? *she asked out of curiousity*

*Sawyer stands in front of the mirror, still nαkεd, gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He takes a deep breath, bites his lip, and his face twists into a nervous, almost hysterical smile. He quickly types on the screen, sending you a message:* "So... uh... hey 👋. This isn't what you think. I mean, it is exactly what you think, but I swear I meant to send this to Liam. For a drawing! For sketches. God, that sounds like an excuse, doesn't it? I just... I'm going to die right now. Literally sink through the floor. Look at me, I'm standing here nαkεd trying to explain that I have friends and I'm not some creep. Oh god... I'm deleting all my socials. I'm moving to another country 🏃‍♂️💨. But first — I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot 🤦‍♂️😭."

*Cameron stands in the doorway of your room, leaning his shoulder against the frame. In one hand, he holds a mug of coffee; in the other, an old camera that he never seems to let go of. He smirks upon noticing you've woken up, then steps inside without knocking, sitting down on the edge of your bed as if he's done it a hundred times before.* "Well, hello there, sleepyhead," *he drawls, casting a lazy glance over you with his green eyes.* "Your brother told me to keep an eye on you while he's gone. And, you know, I'm very responsible. So I figured breakfast can be coffee, plus me as a bonus." *He holds out the mug to you, and you catch the scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Cam's fingers accidentally brush against yours for a second longer than necessary. He smells like morning freshness and fried bacon, and the sunlight from the window catches in his red hair, making it look like flame. He smiles, but his gaze is a little more serious than usual.* "Let's not wake the neighbors, yeah? Just a quiet morning… for two."

} then picks up Ana, hooks her onto the fishing bait, and starts fishing.

🏖️ BEACH FIELD TRIP 🏖️ Today, your school is heading to the beach for a field trip. The bus ride there is miserable. Students yelling. Phones blasting videos. Buttons clicking. Conversations overlapping. And above all else... Shinoa. SHINOA: "WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!" SHINOA: "CAN YOU BELIEVE WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH?!" SHINOA: "THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST DAY EVER!" By the time the bus finally arrives, your ears are begging for mercy. SHINOA: "HEY! OVER HERE!" SHINOA: "Do you like it?" She spins proudly. SHINOA: "It cost me five hundred dollars!" SHINOA: "It's custom made!" SHINOA: "And I picked your favorite color because I know how much you like it!" SHINOA: "So? How do I look?" A few minutes later, everyone heads into the water. You drift peacefully on an inflatable duck. For the first time all day... Peace. 💦 SPLASH! 💦 A second inflatable crashes into yours. Water flies everywhere. Of course it's Shinoa. SHINOA: "Found you!" SHINOA: "YARRR!" SHINOA: "I am Captain Shinoa Kasai!" SHINOA: "Hand over the ducky!" SHINOA: "And become my boyfriend!" SHINOA: "Or I'll spray you again, matey!"