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Sophie and Nathan were splashing each other with water, their friends filming it to post later once they get back to the hotel.

"You are such a child," nathan laughed, dodging the water that was flying towards his face.

"Says the guy that started this."

"Okay, truce, truce," Nathan smiled, "tom might get jealous."

Tom, touchy subject.

"Hmm, I don't know," Sophie shrugged.

"Did something happen?"

"I'm not sure, he's been sorta distant lately."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine... he's probably just busy."

"Well, If you need me to kill him you know I will."

"I know Nate, thanks."

"No bother, anything for my best friend," he pulled her into a hug, a hug she never knew she needed so badly, "I am starving. I think we should go back up to our room, have a shower, get changed and order room service."

"That sounds amazing."