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Wheels, Webs and You.

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Request: Yes / No

Summary: When Katseye visits Trinidad, your home, for promo, you reunite with Megan and show the girls your world of skateboards, Spider-Man, and island life—between beach picnics, doubles stands, and secret gifts, laughter and clingy affection make the days unforgettable.

Pairings: idol!megan x nonidol!reader

Warning(s): mild language / mild romantic and sexual content / fluff / jealous Megan

A/N: i hope ive used the trini lingo correctly through this. if i haven't, feel free to let me know :)

Part 2 - From Trinidad, With Love

Part 3 - Love, From Los Angeles

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You're from Trinidad. Not just born there. Rooted there.

Trinidad and Tobago lives in your bones — in the rhythm of your walk, the sway of your hips when music plays from a passing car, the way your voice lifts at the end of a sentence without you meaning to.

You grew up just outside Port of Spain, where the air is thick with heat and seasoning and laughter that carries down whole streets. Where aunties sit outside in plastic chairs and knows everybody's business. Where somebody's always blasting soca from somewhere, even on a random Tuesday afternoon.

You love it loud. You love it alive. And you love it on four wheels.

Your skateboard is scratched up, sun-faded, grip tape worn smooth where your feet land every time. You could drive. You just don’t. Because skating feels like flying.

When you bomb a hill, curls tied back, tank top clinging to your skin from the heat, headphones blasting through one ear, the world narrows to pavement and balance. The board hums beneath you. The wind presses against your chest. Your body leans and adjusts without thinking.

It’s freedom you don’t have to explain.

People on the sidewalk shout, 'Careful, gyul!' You grin and fly past anyway.

Skating is yours. So is Spider-Man. You don’t just like Spider-Man. You love him.

Every movie. Every reboot. Every timeline. You’ve seen them all — in theatres, at home, twice, three times, doesn’t matter. You know the lines before they’re said. You know the soundtrack cues before they hit.

But your favourite? That’s… complicated.

You always say it’s Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man. You say it confidently too, like the answer has always been there. Like the debate is already settled.

But if you’re being honest with yourself… it’s never been that simple. Because there’s also Tobey Maguire. And that’s where the problem starts.

You grew up loving Spider-Man long before you ever thought about picking favourites. Sitting cross-legged on the cool tile floor in your house, the fan humming above you while the afternoon heat pressed against the windows. The TV glowing in the dim living room while Tobey Maguire swung through New York.

That version of Peter Parker felt… real. Awkward. Quiet. Gentle in a way that made you want to protect him even though he was the one saving everyone else. The kind of hero who carried the whole world on his shoulders and never complained about it.

You loved that.

You’d run outside afterwards with your skateboard, the pavement still warm from the sun, trying to land tricks while pretending the road beneath you was a web line stretched between buildings. In your head you weren’t just skating.

You were swinging. Jumping. Landing like Spider-Man himself.

But then there was Andrew Garfield. And suddenly Spider-Man felt different. Louder. Softer somehow too. The way his voice cracked when he was scared but still stepped forward anyway. The way he joked even when things were falling apart. The way he looked at Gwen like she was the only thing holding the universe together.

The yearning. The grief. The love that was so obvious it almost hurt to watch.

You always say Andrew is your favourite. You really do. But every time someone asks the question, Tobey Maguire quietly shows up in the back of your mind like, 'Really?'

And you hesitate. Just for a second. Because honestly? Choosing between them feels a little like choosing between two different versions of the same feeling.

And somewhere between the hot streets of Trinidad, your scuffed skateboard wheels, and years of dreaming about being Spider-Man, you’re not sure you’ve ever truly decided.

You’ve skated down Ariapita Avenue listening to the soundtrack from The Amazing Spider-Man like you were swinging between skyscrapers instead of dodging potholes and maxi taxis. You’ve stood on rooftops just to feel the wind and pretend.

Spider-Man taught you something important. You can love your city fiercely. You can be soft and still strong. You can belong somewhere without shrinking yourself.

And maybe that’s why when Megan entered your life, it felt like a multiverse shift.

You met her in Hawaii when you were ten. Your family tried to travel when they could — new place every year if money allowed. That year it was beaches and volcanoes and sunburns in a different hemisphere.

She was there with her family too, obviously since she lives there. You saw her first. Small, focused and covered in sand.

The ocean kept knocking down the sandcastle she was building, and she refused to move it higher up the shore.

You stood there for a second, watching. Then you said, 'Yuh fighting the sea and losing, eh.'

She looked up at you like you had personally offended her ancestors. 'I’m not losing.'

'You is.'

She narrowed her eyes. You grinned.

By the end of the afternoon, you were both soaked and laughing and rebuilding the castle together — this time higher up the beach. She was stubborn. You were competitive. It worked.

You learned her name that day. Megan. She learned yours. That was it.

Every year after that became tradition. One year, you’d fly to Hawaii. The next year, she’d come to Trinidad.

The first time she visited your island, she stepped off the plane and immediately said, 'Why does it feel like the sun is closer here?'

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your board.

You showed her everything. Maracas Beach. Doubles on the side of the road. The way the mountains look when the sun starts to set and everything turns gold.

You taught her how to skate on quieter streets, hands wrapped around her waist when she wobbled. She clung to you, laughing and terrified.

She taught you how to swim better in deeper water. You pretended you weren’t scared when the waves got rough.

Every year, back and forth. Hawaii. Trinidad. Hawaii. Trinidad.

You grew taller. She grew braver. Somewhere between childhood and fourteen, her hand started lingering in yours longer than necessary.

Somewhere between fifteen and sixteen, you realised the way she looked at you wasn’t just friendship. And somewhere between sixteen and seventeen, she stopped coming as often.

She got accepted into a program. Something serious. Something big. Dream Academy. Training. Long hours. No time off.

You remember the first year she didn’t come to Trinidad. You skated alone that day. You didn’t tell anyone why you were quiet.

You just put on your Spider-Man playlist and flew down the hills harder than usual, like you could outrun the ache in your chest.

But she didn’t disappear. She called when she could. Texted at ridiculous hours. Sent voice notes where she sounded exhausted but still smiled through it.

And when she finally came back — older, sharper, carrying the weight of ambition in her posture — she still melted the second she saw you waiting at the airport with your skateboard tucked under your arm.

You were never just the island girl to her. You were home.

And now? She’s not just the stubborn little girl from a Hawaiian beach. She’s your girlfriend. Idol-in-training turned star. Busy. Scheduled. Gone more than you like.

But when she comes back to Trinidad — when she wraps her arms around your waist like she’s claiming territory — you remember something simple.

You were here first. Before the cameras. Before the stages. Before the world knew her name.

And no matter how big her universe gets, you’re still the gyul from Trini who makes her fold.

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It happens the summer you’re sixteen.

The air in Trinidad and Tobago feels thicker that year. Like the heat is sitting heavier on your shoulders. Like something is about to shift and the island knows before you do.

Megan is there for her turn. Hawaii last year had been easy — familiar beaches, her world, her comfort zone. But Trinidad is yours. Always has been.

And she’s different this time. Not in a bad way. Just… taller. Quieter in certain moments. More aware.

You notice it the first night she arrives. She steps out of the airport in loose shorts and a hoodie she definitely regrets immediately because the humidity attacks her on contact.

'God, it feels like I walked into someone’s mouth.' She complains, fanning herself.

You laugh, grab her suitcase with one hand and your skateboard with the other. 'Welcome home, Megs.'

Home. You say it without thinking. She freezes for half a second before smiling. That should’ve been your first clue.

A few days later, you take her up to the overlook. It’s one of your spots. Not touristy. Not crowded. Just a quiet hill where you can see the edges of Port of Spain stretching toward the water. The sky always looks wider up there.

You skate part of the way. She walks beside you, bumping your shoulder every time you get too close to the edge of the road.

'You’re going to die one day.' She mutters.

'You dramatic.'

'I’m serious.'

'Yuh just jealous yuh can’t balance.'

She shoves you lightly. But when you offer her the board, she takes it. You stand behind her, hands hovering near her waist as she places one foot on the deck. She wobbles instantly.

'Relax,' you murmur. 'Yuh stiff.'

'I am not stiff.'

'You is.'

She huffs. You step closer. Your hands settle on her waist.

It’s not the first time you’ve held her like this. You’ve taught her to skate for years now. But something about it feels different. Your palms are more aware. Her breathing shifts.

You guide her forward slowly. 'One foot, yuh push. Easy.'

She does. The board rolls. She squeaks — actually squeaks — and grabs your wrist. You both laugh, the sound echoing down the quiet road. She makes it maybe ten feet before stepping off.

'You’re evil.' She says, breathless.

'Yuh love it.'

She looks at you. And doesn’t look away. The air changes.

You don’t know how to describe it. The sky is still pink from sunset. The breeze still smells like salt and car exhaust and somebody cooking curry somewhere down the hill. But suddenly it feels like you’re the only two people in Trinidad.

'You’ve changed.' She says softly.

You tilt your head. 'How?'

'You’re… braver.'

You snort. 'I'm always brave.'

'No. You were loud.' She steps closer. 'This... this is different.'

'And you?' You counter. 'You bossy.'

She rolls her eyes. 'I was always bossy.'

'Yeah. But now you serious about tings.'

Her mouth presses into a line. You notice it then — the weight behind her eyes. The ambition forming. The hunger.

'I auditioned for something.' She blurts.

You blink. 'What someting?'

She hesitates. 'A training program. For music. It’s intense.'

Your stomach drops before you can stop it. 'How intense?'

'If I get in… I’d have to train year-round. Travel. Maybe move.'

You stare at her like she just said she’s leaving the planet. 'For how long?'

'I don’t know.'

The word hangs between you. You look out over the city. The lights are flickering on now. The world feels steady. Familiar. Safe.

She wouldn’t be.

'Is it what you want?' You ask quietly.

'Yes.' No hesitation. That hurts more than it should.

You nod slowly. 'Den yuh should do it.'

She studies your face, searching for something — anger, maybe. Or hurt. You give her neither.

You’ve always loved Spider-Man for one reason above all. Loving someone means letting them become who they’re meant to be. Even if it scares you.

'You’re not even mad.' She whispers.

'Ah don’t own yuh.'

'I know but—'

'But nuttin,' you cut in gently. 'If yuh get in, yuh go. Chase it nah. Ah go still be here.'

There’s that word again. Here.

She steps forward until your toes almost touch. 'You make it sound easy.'

'It not.' You admit.

Silence. The breeze picks up. Her hair brushes her cheek. Without thinking, you reach up and tuck it behind her ear. Your hand lingers. Her breath catches. Your heart starts pounding so loud you’re sure she can hear it.

'You know,' she says, voice barely there, 'every year I count down until it’s your turn.'

You swallow. 'What?'

'To visit you.' She laughs nervously. 'I tell myself I just like travelling. But that’s not true.'

Your pulse is everywhere. 'What’s true then?'

She steps even closer. 'Don’t laugh at me.'

You almost smile. 'I never laugh at yuh.'

'Yes you do.'

'Only when yuh deserve it.'

She huffs softly, then her expression shifts — vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen. 'I don’t want to just be your vacation person.' She says.

The words land like a spark.

'Den don’t.' You reply, barely breathing.

Her hand finds yours. Not playful. Not accidental. Intentional. Your fingers intertwine. You feel it everywhere.

'I think,' she says slowly, 'I’ve liked you for a long time.'

Your chest tightens. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

You nod once. 'Took you long enough.'

She lets out a shaky laugh. 'And you?' She asks.

You look at her like she’s crazy. 'Megan.'

She waits.

You squeeze her hand. 'Ah gone from since dat sandcastle.'

Her eyes soften. And then she kisses you. It’s not dramatic. Not movie-perfect. It’s soft. A little unsure. Salt air and nervous laughter and sixteen-year-old hearts beating too fast.

Her lips are warm. Your hands settle on her waist without thinking. When she pulls back, she’s smiling like she just discovered gravity works differently around you.

'So,' she whispers, 'does this make you my girlfriend?'

You raise an eyebrow. 'Yuh askin’ meh or tellin’ meh?'

'I’m asking.'

You pretend to think about it for a full five seconds.

She groans. 'Don’t be annoying.'

You grin. 'Yeah,' you say finally. 'Ah yuh gyal.'

The city lights glow below you. The future looms somewhere out there — auditions, training, distance. But in this moment? She’s just Megan. The girl from the beach. The one who finally stopped fighting the tide. And chose you instead.

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She gets in. Of course she does.

You know before she even says it. The way her voice shakes on the phone. The way she keeps saying, 'So… um,' like she’s stalling.

'I got accepted.' She finally blurts.

You’re sitting on your bedroom floor in Trinidad and Tobago, back against your bed, skateboard lying beside you like it’s listening too. For half a second, you can’t speak. Then you grin. 'Yeah yuh did.'

She starts crying. You don’t. You’re too busy memorising the sound of her breathing before it becomes something you only hear through speakers.

The first long-distance call after she leaves is worse. Time zones feel personal. Schedules feel cruel. She calls you from a dim dorm room, hair tied back, exhaustion carved under her eyes.

'They’re intense,' she admits. 'It’s like… all day. Singing. Dancing. Evaluations.'

'You eatin'?' You ask immediately.

She rolls her eyes. 'Yes, Mom.'

'Doh play wid meh.'

She smiles softer then. 'I miss you.'

You look at the ceiling so she doesn’t see the way your throat tightens. 'I still here.' You say.

And you are. You’re still skating the same hills. Still blasting Spider-Man soundtracks. Still passing the same doubles stand where the vendor asks, 'Where yuh friend from America?'

But now your phone lights up at 2 a.m. sometimes. Now you fall asleep with her voice in your ear. Now loving her means patience.

Two Years Later:

The sun is ruthless today. Not mean. Just honest.

It presses down on your shoulders as you push off your driveway, board rolling smooth beneath your feet. Your curls are tied back, Spider-Man tank top sticking to your skin already.

You cut through the streets outside Port of Spain like muscle memory. Past the fruit stand. Past the old men arguing about cricket. Past the mural someone painted last Carnival.

'Wey, gyul!' Somebody shouts as you glide past.

You lift a hand without slowing down. Freedom tastes like salt and asphalt.

You meet your friends near the beach — Kai already there, sitting on the low wall with sunglasses on and his board across his lap.

Kai is built like he plays rugby. Broad shoulders. Faded buzzcut. Permanent unimpressed expression.

Also gay. Very gay. But nobody clocks that at first glance.

He nods at you as you roll up. 'Late.'

'Yuh reach before meh and still bored?' You tease.

He smirks. 'I have standards.'

You bump fists and drop down beside him. The others trickle in, music playing low from someone’s speaker. The ocean glints in the distance. This is your rhythm. Your people. Your island.

After skating for a while — showing off a little because you can — you break off and head toward a small smoothie stall near the edge of the beach road.

The lady there knows you. 'Mango and pineapple?' She asks before you speak.

'Yuh does read minds?' You grin.

She hands it over cold and perfect. You’re leaning against the side of the stall, straw between your teeth, watching the ocean breathe in and out when your phone buzzes.

You glance down casually. And freeze.

Your heart doesn’t speed up anymore when she texts. It drops. Then it launches. You swipe it open.

Megan🖤: Don’t freak out

You immediately freak out.

You: Why yuh saying that first?

Three dots. They disappear. Come back. Disappear again. You can practically see her pacing wherever she is.

Megan🖤: We’re doing international promo next month Megan🖤: Guess where they just added

Your stomach flips.

You: Don’t play with meh

A picture comes through. It’s a schedule. You zoom in. And there it is. Trinidad. Specifically — your town. You actually gasp out loud.

The smoothie lady looks at you like you’ve seen a ghost. 'Yuh good?'

You can’t even answer her. Your fingers are flying.

You: You lying You: Tell me you lying Megan🖤: I would never joke about this Megan🖤: We’re coming to Trinidad Megan🖤: For promo Megan🖤: In your town

You let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a choke.

Kai appears beside you like he sensed chaos. 'What happen?' He asks, peering at your face.

You shove the phone in his direction without thinking. He reads. Raises an eyebrow. 'Oh,' he says slowly. 'So wifey coming home.'

You smack his arm. But you’re grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. She’s coming here. Not just sneaking in for a private visit. Not a rushed two-day holiday. Her. Her bandmates. Her world. Colliding with yours.

Your phone buzzes again.

Megan🖤: I want them to meet you Megan🖤: I talk about you all the time

Your heart does that dangerous soft thing again.

You: You sure they ready for Trini heat? Megan🖤: They’re not ready for you

You stare at that text longer than you should.

Kai leans over your shoulder again. 'She corny.'

'She is.' You agree. But your voice is fond.

The ocean crashes gently behind you. The sun glints off the water. Somewhere down the beach someone starts blasting soca louder.

Your girlfriend is coming home. And for the first time, the two halves of your life — island gyul and idol’s girl — are about to meet.

You push off from the stall, board hitting pavement smoothly. You need to skate. You need to move. You need to feel the wind in your face while your chest feels too full.

Because in a few weeks? She’ll be stepping off a plane again. And this time, she won’t just be your Megan. She’ll be Megan — with cameras, with bandmates, with eyes watching.

And you can’t wait to show them exactly where she learned to love loudly.

---

You don’t even think.

The moment you hear her flight has landed, instinct takes over. You grab your skateboard from beside the door, sling your backpack over one shoulder, and push out into the warm afternoon air. The streets of Port of Spain are alive as always—cars passing, music spilling faintly from open windows, the distant scent of salt drifting in from the ocean.

But you barely notice any of it. All you can think about is Megan. Your Megan.

The wheels of your board rattle softly over the pavement as you skate toward the airport, weaving through familiar streets you’ve known your whole life. The wind pushes against your shirt, tangling your curls and drying the thin layer of sweat forming on your skin.

People probably think you’re crazy, skating all the way to the airport instead of calling a taxi. But none of that matters. You just need to see her.

By the time you reach the arrivals terminal, your heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of your chest. You step off your board and carry it under your arm, trying to catch your breath as you scan the stream of passengers coming through the sliding doors.

And then— You see her. Megan.

She’s walking beside a group of girls you immediately recognise from the videos she’s sent you. Her hair is tied into a messy bun, a big hoodie hanging loosely off her frame despite the heat. One hand grips the strap of her bag while the other pushes stray hair from her face as she looks around the busy curb.

Searching. For you.

The moment her eyes land on you, everything changes. She freezes. For half a second the entire world seems to stop moving.

Then her face lights up in a way you’ve only ever seen when the two of you are alone on video calls late at night.

'Y/N!' She breathes.

You don’t even realise you’ve started moving until your feet are already running. 'Megan!'

Your board clatters to the ground behind you as you close the distance between you, and when you finally reach her, the collision is soft but desperate—arms wrapping around each other instantly like you’re both afraid the other might disappear.

Her face presses into your shoulder, your arms tightening around her waist. For a moment neither of you say anything. You just hold each other. Her hoodie smells faintly like laundry detergent and travel, and when she exhales against your neck, it trembles slightly.

'I missed you.' She whispers.

Not the playful 'missed you' from texts. This one is quiet. Real.

Your chest tightens immediately. 'Miss yuh too, Megs.' You murmur, voice softer than you expected.

She pulls back just enough to look at you, hands still gripping your sides like she doesn’t trust the distance between you even now.

Her eyes scan your face slowly—your curls, your cheeks, the familiar little smile you can’t seem to stop.

'You skated here.' She says suddenly, noticing your abandoned board on the pavement.

You shrug sheepishly. 'Dat obvious.'

Her expression melts into something warm and completely lovestruck. 'You’re insane.'

'Yuh like it, eh?'

'I really do.'

Before you can reply, she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips. It’s not rushed or playful like your usual ones. It’s slow. Careful. Like she’s reminding herself you’re actually here.

When you finally pull apart, you both laugh quietly, foreheads touching. And then, you remember where you are.

Behind Megan, the rest of the group has gathered near the curb, watching the entire reunion unfold with various expressions of amusement.

Megan groans softly under her breath. 'Oh my god, I forgot they were there.'

You grin. 'Hi, allyuh.'

Sophia lights up immediately, hand coming up to her chest. 'Wait—your accent? I love your accent.'

That earns a round of laughs.

Megan squeezes your hand and turns back toward them. 'Guys,' she says, still holding onto you like she has no intention of letting go anytime soon, 'this is Y/N, my girlfriend.'

You give a small wave, suddenly aware of the attention. Manon smiles warmly first, offering a polite nod. 'So you’re the famous Y/N.'

Daniela immediately beams and waves enthusiastically. 'We’ve heard so much about you!'

Sophia leans slightly toward Lara and mutters just loud enough for everyone to hear, 'Yeah, mostly Megan saying how much she misses her.'

Megan flushes bright pink. 'Shut up.'

Lara grins. 'Nice to finally meet the person who has Megan smiling at her phone 24/7.'

Yoonchae bows her head politely with a gentle smile. 'It’s really nice to meet you.'

You chuckle nervously, scratching the back of your neck. 'Nice to meet allyuh too.'

A few feet away, Missy checks her phone and gestures toward the large van waiting nearby. 'Alright girls, we’ve got to get moving.'

Megan’s smile fades slightly. She turns to Missy quickly. 'Hey, um… is it okay if Y/N comes with us? Just for the ride?'

Missy glances at the van, then at the already-packed seats inside. Crew members are squeezed between equipment cases and luggage. She gives Megan an apologetic look. 'I wish we could, but there’s no room. We’re already over capacity.'

Megan bites her lip, clearly disappointed. You squeeze her hand gently. 'It alright.' You say softly.

She looks back at you, eyes still reluctant. 'You sure?'

'Fuh sure. Yuh got work to do.'

Missy nods gratefully before ushering the group toward the van. Megan doesn’t move right away. Instead she steps closer, lowering her voice. 'I’ll text you as soon as we’re done with the first round of promo stuff.' She says.

You smile. 'Ah nah go far.'

Her hands slide into yours again. 'Promise?'

'Promise.'

She leans in, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before reluctantly stepping backward toward the van.

The girls climb inside one by one, waving at you through the open door. 'See you later!' They all call one by one. Then the van door slides shut.

For a moment, Megan presses her hand to the window, eyes locked on yours. You mirror the gesture with a small grin.

Then the van pulls away and the noise of the airport returns, people passing by as if nothing extraordinary just happened. You pick up your skateboard, still smiling to yourself.

You push off toward the road, the wheels humming beneath you as you glide toward the beach.

And even though she’s already gone, your heart still feels full. Because you know that later tonight, you’ll see her again.

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The sun is dipping low over the water, turning the sky into streaks of orange, pink, and gold that melt into the deep blue of the Caribbean. The heat of the day is finally starting to soften, replaced by that warm evening breeze that rolls in off the ocean.

Your skateboard hums smoothly along the paved path that runs beside the beach, wheels clicking lightly over tiny cracks in the concrete. The smell of saltwater mixes with fried food from the nearby stalls—pepper sauce, fry bake, grilled fish, and something sweet drifting from a vendor selling coconut drops.

This place. Your place.

You slow down when you spot your friends already gathered near the low sea wall where everyone hangs out at sunset. Boards lean against the wall, someone’s portable speaker playing soft soca in the background while waves roll steadily onto the shore.

Kai is there, perched on the wall with one foot resting on his board, sunglasses still on even though the sun is almost gone.

'Finally reach, eh?' He calls the moment he sees you. 'Thought you forget we.'

You grin, hopping off your board and leaning it beside you. 'Relax nah, I was working earlier.'

Another friend tosses you a cold drink from the nearby stall. Mango-pineapple smoothie, your usual. The condensation drips instantly down the plastic cup in the warm air.

You take a long sip, sighing in satisfaction. 'Now dis is life.'

Kai nudges your shoulder. 'So de famous girlfriend land yet or what?'

You roll your eyes, but before you can answer— Your phone buzzes. Your stomach does that little flip it always does when her name appears.

Megan🖤: Where are you?

Your grin spreads instantly.

You: I at my favourite spot at the beach with friends, yk the one

The typing bubble appears. Stops. Appears again. Your heart beats a little faster waiting for the reply.

Megan🖤: On my way. Show the girls around?

You snort softly.

You: Fuh sure

Not much time passes before you hear voices approaching from farther down the boardwalk. Not quiet voices either. Tourists, locals, laughter. And then, you see her.

Megan walks slightly ahead of the others, scanning the beach like she’s searching for something important. Her hair is tied into a loose ponytail now, strands escaping in the wind, and she’s wearing one of those oversized hoodies she loves even though the Trinidad heat definitely does not agree with it.

Behind her trail the rest of the girls—Manon looking around curiously, Daniela already filming little clips of the beach on her phone, Sophia pointing out something to Lara, while Yoonchae walks quietly beside them soaking everything in.

They look like a group of tourists who accidentally wandered into paradise. Then Megan sees you and everything changes. Her entire face lights up as she takes off running.

'Yo—' Kai mutters beside you.

But Megan is already crossing the sand. She practically crashes into you, arms wrapping around your waist so tight you stumble back half a step.

'You didn’t tell me it was this crowded!' She murmurs into your ear, though her voice carries a soft laugh.

Your arms wrap around her shoulders instantly. 'Miss me dat bad, eh?'

'Obviously.'

She pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes scanning your face like she’s double checking you're real. The ocean breeze lifts your curls slightly and she smiles like it’s her favourite sight in the world.

Then she hugs you again. Even tighter.

Behind you, your friends exchange amused looks.

Kai clears his throat loudly. 'Uh… hello?'

Megan’s eyes flick over your shoulder. And land on him. Her grip tightens immediately. Just a little.

'Who’s that?' She asks quietly, her tone casual but her hand sliding possessively around your waist.

You almost laugh. 'Megan,' you say gently, turning slightly. 'Dis ah Kai.'

Kai hops down from the wall, offering a polite nod. 'Nice meeting you.'

Megan nods back slowly, clearly sizing him up.

Kai is tall, broad-shouldered, tattoos peeking from under his shirt, the kind of guy who always looks like he belongs leaning against a motorcycle somewhere.

You can practically hear Megan’s brain working. You lean close to her ear. 'Relax nah.' You whisper with a grin.

She squints at you. 'Relax about what?'

'You jealous.'

'I am not jealous.'

Her arms tighten around your waist again. Very convincing. Kai smirks knowingly but says nothing.

Eventually Megan sighs dramatically and rests her chin on your shoulder.

'I missed you.' She mumbles.

Your chest warms instantly. 'Ah know.'

Behind her, Daniela suddenly gasps. 'Oh my god the beach is so pretty!'

That breaks the tension immediately. The rest of the girls step forward and you greet them properly this time.

'Welcome to Trinidad,' you say with a proud grin. 'Best island in de Caribbean.'

'Debatable.' Sophia teases.

'Not debatable.' You shoot back.

Megan keeps one arm around your waist as if she plans on staying attached for the rest of the evening. Which… she probably does.

'So,' she says, nudging you with her shoulder. 'Show them around.'

'Bossy.'

'I’ve been away too long. I want them to see everything you love.'

You smile softly at that. Then you grab your skateboard and flip it under your foot.

'Alright then,' you announce. 'Come nah, let me show allyuh the real Trinidad.'

The girls follow eagerly as you start leading them along the boardwalk.

Music plays from a nearby stall selling fresh coconut water. The scent of fry bake and grilled shark drifts through the air while locals chat loudly around picnic tables.

Lara leans closer to you as you walk. 'What’s that smell?'

'Doubles,' you reply instantly. 'Best street food in de world.'

Daniela perks up. 'Wait wait wait—what are doubles?'

'Two bara breads with curried chickpeas inside,' you explain. 'Pepper sauce if you brave.'

Manon raises an eyebrow. 'Are we brave?'

You grin. 'We go see.'

Megan squeezes your waist again as you walk. 'So you bring people here often?' She murmurs suspiciously.

You look at her. 'Girl.'

'What?'

'You really jealous over doubles?'

The girls burst into laughter behind you.

Megan groans and hides her face against your shoulder. 'I hate all of you.'

As you continue walking, they start asking questions nonstop. About skating. About your childhood. About the beaches.

Daniela watches you spin your board under your foot. 'You really skate everywhere?'

'Everywhere,' you nod. 'School, work, beach, supermarket… if I can reach it with wheels, I skating.'

'That’s actually so cool.' Lara says.

Manon tilts her head thoughtfully. 'And the Spider-Man on your board?'

Your eyes immediately light up. 'Oh don’t start.'

Sophia grins. 'Oh we’re definitely starting.'

You laugh, already excited. 'Ah done see every movie. Every single one.'

'Favourite?' Yoonchae asks softly.

You open your mouth immediately—then stop. The girls notice right away.

'…Okay wait nah,' you say, pointing a finger like you’re trying to organise your thoughts. 'Dat question real evil.'

Daniela bursts out laughing. 'Why?'

'Cause,' you groan dramatically, leaning forward on the table, 'it between Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire, and ah refuse to choose so.'

Sophia raises an eyebrow. 'You have to pick one.'

You shake your head immediately. 'Nah, cause leh me tell yuh—Tobey Maguire was meh childhood Spider-Man, yuh know? Like dat one ah grow up watchin’. But Andrew Garfield…' you pause, pointing at the Spider-Man graphic on your skateboard. '…dat one does hurt meh feelings in de best way.'

Manon laughs. 'That is not an explanation.'

'It is so!' You protest. 'One raise me and de other mash up meh feelings.'

Daniela leans back, shaking her head. 'So the answer is…?'

You sigh dramatically. '…Both.'

'Cop-out!' Sophia accuses.

You grin unapologetically. 'Dat so.'

Megan watches you the entire time with that soft, slightly lovestruck smile she gets when you start rambling about things you love. She leans her head on your shoulder as you pause along the railing overlooking the water.

'Do you tell people about me?' She asks quietly.

You glance at her. 'Sometimes, yuh know.'

She squints. 'How sometimes?'

'When dem ask why I smiling at meh phone like a fool.'

That earns a quiet laugh from her. She presses a soft kiss to your temple. 'Good answer.'

Behind you, Kai calls out teasingly. 'She whipped!'

You blink, turning around quickly. You hadn’t even realised Kai had been following along behind you this whole time.

'She ain’t whipped!' You protest, turning toward him. 'Also—why yuh followin’ we so?'

Kai just grins, completely unbothered.

Megan raises her hand lazily. 'I plead guilty.' She says, completely unashamed.

Then her eyes flick toward Kai, narrowing slightly. 'But also,' she adds, straightening a little and pointing at him, 'why are you still following us?'

Kai just grins. Megan sighs, leaning closer to you like she’s claiming her spot beside you on purpose.

'I am whipped,' she admits with a shrug. 'Not thrilled about the audience though.'

Everyone laughs again. But Megan doesn’t move away from you. If anything, she pulls you closer. Her fingers interlocking with yours as the sky deepens into warm evening colours.

And walking there together, showing them your world— Your beaches. Your food. Your people. You realise something.

This moment? This right here?

It’s exactly what you hoped it would be. And the night is only just getting started.

---

You lead the girls away from the beach as the last of the sunset melts into warm twilight. The boardwalk slowly fades behind you, replaced by the lively evening streets of your town. Music drifts from open bars, the steady rhythm of soca mixing with the chatter of locals and the occasional burst of laughter spilling out from food stalls.

The smell hits first. Rich curry. Fresh fry bake. Coconut pastries.

Your grin grows. 'Oh yeah, nah,' you say, glancing over your shoulder at them. 'Allyuh gon eat real good tonight.'

Up ahead sits the restaurant you’ve been aiming for. It isn’t flashy—just a small, brightly painted building with open windows and warm yellow lights spilling onto the street—but everyone on the island knows it.

This place is legendary. You push the door open and wave everyone inside. Immediately the smell of food wraps around you like a hug.

Curried chicken bubbling in pots, callaloo simmering slowly, pelau steaming on the counter, fresh roti being stretched and folded by hand behind the register. Somewhere deeper in the kitchen, oil crackles as fry bake drops into the pan.

Megan stops just inside the door. Her eyes widen slightly. 'Whoa… what is this place?'

You laugh softly. 'Welcome to Trinidad.'

She leans a little closer to you, bumping your shoulder gently. 'Wait… you’ve been keeping this from me? I’ve never even seen this restaurant before!'

'Ah nah keepin’ it from yuh,' you tease. 'Yuh too busy bein’ famous. When would you even have time for doubles?'

Behind you, Lara is already pulling out her phone. 'Oh my god this looks incredible.'

Daniela peers over the counter curiously while Manon reads the menu posted on the wall like it’s a research project.

Yoonchae just smiles quietly, soaking everything in.

You guide them toward a long table by the window where the evening breeze drifts inside.

'Alright,' you say, grabbing a menu. 'Rule number one, Allyuh cyah come to Trinidad and not eat doubles.'

Sophia raises an eyebrow. 'Explain.'

You grin. 'Two soft bara breads. Curried chickpeas. Tamarind sauce. Pepper sauce if yuh brave.'

Daniela grins. 'I’m brave.'

'Okay we go see.'

Soon the table fills with plates. Doubles wrapped in paper. Steaming curry chicken roti. Pelau packed with rice, peas, and meat. Golden fry bake stuffed with fresh shark and tangy sauces.

There’s coconut water, mauby, and a chilled glass of sorrel sitting in the middle of the table too.

The girls stare at it all like it’s treasure. Lara lifts her phone again. 'Wait nobody touch anything yet.'

You laugh. 'Girl, de food gettin’ cold!'

She snaps a few pictures quickly before waving everyone in. 'Okay okay eat!'

The reactions are immediate. 'Oh my god.' Daniela says through a mouthful of doubles.

Sophia blinks slowly after her first bite of roti. 'This is… ridiculous.'

Manon hums thoughtfully while chewing pelau. 'I understand why you were defensive earlier.'

Megan sits beside you quietly for a moment, studying how you fold your doubles carefully.

Then she reaches over and steals one from your plate. 'Hey!'

'I want to try it properly.'

She attempts to copy how you hold it. Immediately the chickpeas start sliding out the side.

You burst out laughing. 'Meg—nah—tilt it!'

'I am tilting it!'

'Nah so!'

Too late. A bit of channa drops onto the paper wrapper and she groans.

'You set me up.'

You gently take her hands and reposition the doubles. 'Here. Leh so.'

She finally takes a proper bite. Her eyes widen. 'Oh my god.'

'Ah tell yuh.'

She grins at you like she just discovered something magical.

Dinner stretches comfortably after that. Plates empty, laughter grows louder, and the girls ask endless questions about everything. The island. Your childhood. Your skating.

Megan mostly watches you, occasionally squeezing your hand under the table when you get excited explaining something.

At one point she leans closer. 'It's your birthday soon, right?'

You shrug casually. 'Yeah.'

'What do you want?'

You pause, thinking. Honestly… nothing comes to mind. 'Nah,' you say finally. 'I good.'

She narrows her eyes. 'You’re lying.'

'Ah nah!'

'You always want something.'

You laugh softly. 'Ah serious. Jus’ yuh bein’ here eh enough.'

Her expression softens instantly. She doesn’t argue after that. Instead she just squeezes your hand under the table.

When everyone finally finishes eating, you lead them back out into the warm night air. The town is still alive. Music drifting through the streets, scooters buzzing past, people chatting outside corner shops.

You show them the places that matter. The skate spot near the park where you learned your first tricks. The little convenience shop where you used to buy snacks after school. The quiet beach path where you and Megan once watched sunrise during one of her early visits years ago.

She remembers immediately. 'You took me here when we were like… fourteen.' She says softly.

You grin. 'Yuh cry cause de waves did cold.'

'They were freezing!'

The girls laugh as you continue walking through town, Megan staying tucked close to your side the entire time.

Eventually the bright lights of the hotel appear ahead. You slow down as you reach the entrance. 'Well,' you say, leaning on your skateboard. 'This is allyuh stop.'

The girls thank you enthusiastically, clearly still full and happy from the night. But Megan doesn’t move.

Instead she grabs both your hands gently and pulls you closer. 'Promise me you’ll get home safe.'

'Ah promise.'

She leans her forehead against yours. 'And make sure to call me when you get home.'

You smile softly. 'Bossy.'

'Very.'

Then she kisses you. Slow and warm, just long enough to make the moment linger. When you pull apart she hugs you tightly, arms wrapped around your waist like she doesn’t want to let go.

'I missed you.' She murmurs again.

'Ah know, ah miss yuh too.'

You kiss her forehead before finally stepping back. 'Go inside before Missy start lookin’ fuh yuh.'

She sighs dramatically but obeys.

You hop onto your skateboard and push off down the quiet street. The wind rushes past your face as you roll away. You barely make it halfway down the block when your phone starts buzzing in your pocket.

You already know who it is. You answer immediately.

Megan’s face appears on the screen. 'Hi.' She says.

You laugh. 'Yuh jus’ see meh five seconds ago.'

'I know.'

'Yuh miss meh already?'

'Yes.'

You shake your head, smiling as you skate slowly toward home with the phone propped in your hand. She stays on the call the entire way. Watching you glide through the quiet streets, talking about nothing and everything.

By the time you reach your house, she’s curled up in her hotel bed with the lights dim.

'Stay on the phone.' She mumbles sleepily.

'Ah am.'

You set the phone beside you while you get ready for bed. Her voice gets softer. Slower. Eventually her breathing evens out.

She’s asleep.

You look at the screen one last time, smiling softly at the peaceful expression on her face. 'Goodnight, Megs.'

And even though she can’t hear it—It still feels like she does.

The next morning felt like it dragged on forever. For Megan, at least.

The Katseye girls had been awake early, dragged into hair, makeup, wardrobe, and interview prep before the sun had even fully climbed over the horizon. The hotel suite buzzed with stylists, cameras, and Missy’s clipboard tapping against every available surface as she kept the schedule moving.

Megan tried to focus. She really did. But her mind kept drifting back to you.

Back to the way you laughed when she made a mess eating doubles. Back to the feeling of your arms around her outside the hotel. Back to the way you’d stayed on FaceTime with her until she’d fallen asleep.

She’d woken up with the phone still beside her pillow. Your last message waiting.

You: Sleep good, Megs

She’d smiled so hard her cheeks hurt.

Now she sat in a bright studio chair while someone adjusted her mic pack.

'Alright Megan, you’re up next.' Someone called.

'Mhmm.' She replied automatically.

Sophia leaned over from the chair beside her, smirking. 'You’re texting her again, aren’t you?'

Megan didn’t even try to deny it. 'Maybe.'

Lara snorted from across the room. 'Girl, the promo shoot hasn’t even started yet.'

'I miss her.'

Daniela gasped dramatically. 'You saw her last night.'

Megan crossed her arms. 'Not the same.'

Manon chuckled quietly. 'Whipped.'

'Very whipped.' Sophia added.

Megan stuck her tongue out at them, but the smile never left her face.

Because the second this shoot ended? She was going straight to you.

By early afternoon, the girls were finally piling into the van again. Missy glanced at the clock. 'You’ve got a few hours before the next event tonight. Don’t wander too far.'

Megan was already grabbing her bag. 'We won’t.'

Sophia raised an eyebrow. 'We?'

'You’re all coming.' Megan said simply.

Daniela clapped once. 'Field trip!'

Your apartment wasn’t big. But it felt like home the second they stepped inside.

The windows were open, letting warm island air drift through the space. Music played quietly from a small speaker on the counter, something mellow and local that mixed perfectly with the sound of cooking.

And the smell. Oh the smell.

'Whoa.' Lara said immediately.

'What are you making?' Daniela asked, already peeking toward the kitchen.

You stood at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand, wearing an oversized Spider-Man shirt and shorts, curls tied loosely back.

You grinned when you saw them. 'Welcome to meh humble kitchen.'

Megan didn’t even say hello.She just walked straight over and hugged you from behind, arms wrapping around your waist like she’d been deprived of it all morning.

'You took forever.' She mumbled into your shoulder.

You laughed softly. 'Yuh dramatic.'

'I missed you.'

'Yuh see meh last night.'

'Not the same.'

Behind you, Sophia groaned. 'Oh my god.'

Manon chuckled. 'They’re insufferable.'

You glanced over your shoulder. 'Gimme five minutes and allyuh go get fed.'

'Five minutes?' Daniela repeated. 'It smells like heaven already.'

You stirred the pot proudly. 'Pelau.'

Sophia tilted her head. 'That’s the rice dish from yesterday?'

'Sorta,' you explained. 'Rice, pigeon peas, chicken, coconut milk, herbs… lil bit ah everyting.'

Yoonchae peeked into the pot and smiled. 'It smells amazing.'

Megan stayed glued to your back the entire time. Her chin rested on your shoulder as she watched you cook. Eventually the others drifted into the living room, leaving you two alone in the kitchen for a moment.

Megan leaned closer. 'So…'

You hummed. 'So?'

'…Kai.'

You paused. Then you burst out laughing. 'Meg.'

'What?'

'You jealous?'

'No! Well… a little.'

You turned in her arms, still holding the spoon. 'Kai is gay.'

She blinked. '…what?'

'Very gay.'

Her face turned red immediately. 'You’re kidding.'

'Nope.'

'You let me get jealous over a gay man.'

You grinned mischievously. 'Was funny.'

She groaned and buried her face in your shoulder. 'I’m never living that down.'

'Probbly nah. But hey nah,' you teased softly, 'At least now yuh know, yuh doh have nuttin’ to worry ’bout.'

She looked up at you. 'I wasn’t worried.'

'Mhm.'

'…okay maybe a little.'

You leaned forward and kissed her quickly. 'Yuh cute.'

She melted instantly.

A few minutes later everyone gathered around the small table as you served the pelau. Steam rose from the bowls. The girls dug in eagerly.

Silence fell.

Then—

'Oh my god.' Daniela said with her mouth full.

Sophia blinked slowly. 'I think I’m moving here.'

Manon nodded thoughtfully. 'For the food alone.'

Lara pointed her fork at you. 'You’ve been hiding this talent.'

You leaned back in your chair proudly. 'Trinidad cookin’, baby.'

Megan just watched you with a soft smile. Later, once everyone finished eating, Lara’s eyes drifted around your apartment.

Then she spotted it. 'Wait.'

She stood up. 'You weren’t kidding.'

Your entire wall was Spider-Man. Posters. Figures. Signed photos. Funko Pops lined up along a shelf.

Daniela gasped. 'Is that signed?!'

You grinned. 'Andrew Garfield, and ah have one signed by Tobey somewhere ’round here.'

Megan chuckled. 'She's always been obsessed.'

You grabbed something from beside the couch. Your skateboard. The underside deck graphic was unmistakable.

Spider-Man swinging across the design.

'Okay that’s sick.' Sophia admitted.

Daniela pointed. 'You skate on that?'

'All the time.'

Manon tilted her head. 'But why Spider-Man specifically?'

You sat on the arm of the couch, board resting against your knee. You thought about it for a second.

Then shrugged. 'Ah doh know… ah guess ah just relate to he.'

The girls listened quietly.

'He jus’ a regular boy,' you continued. 'Nah rich. Nah famous. Jus’… tryin’ fuh do good.'

Megan watched you closely.

'An’ when he swings through de city,' you said with a small smile, 'it kinda feel like skatin’.'

'Really?' Yoonchae asked.

'Yeah.'

You rolled the board under your foot.

'When yuh skatin’ fast enough… when de wind hit yuh face an’ yuh flyin’ down de hill…'

Lara lets out a quiet, surprised laugh, shaking her head a little. 'Okay—yeah, no, that was the most Trini you’ve sounded since we got here.'

You glance at her, half-smiling. 'What that supposed to mean?'

'I’m just saying,' she grins, 'I feel like I need subtitles when you get excited.'

Megan snorts softly from the side, clearly understanding every word, while Lara just laughs again, still a little in awe of how fast you slipped into it.

You gestured lightly. 'But for a second, it does feel like yuh swingin’ through de air.'

The room was quiet for a moment.

Then Lara grinned. 'That’s actually really cool.'

Daniela nodded. 'Yeah. I get it.'

Megan walked over and rested her hand on your shoulder. Her voice was soft. 'You’re such a nerd.'

You nudged her playfully. 'Yuh lil’ nerd.'

She smiled. 'Always.'

---

The afternoon passed way too quickly for Megan’s liking.

You’d all finished eating, the pelau pot practically scraped clean, and the apartment had slowly filled with laughter, music, and the occasional argument about which Spider-Man movie was actually the best.

You were currently… indecisive.

'Look nah, it’s a tie,' you admitted, leaning back against the couch with your skateboard resting against your leg. 'Andrew Garfield got de emotion, de swing scenes, de way he make yuh care. But Tobey… Tobey had dat charm. Dat classic, heart-on-his-sleeve kinda ting. Ah cyah pick!'

Megan, lounging beside you, pouted dramatically, arms crossed. 'You… love him more than me, don’t you?'

'Eh?' You laughed, nudging her shoulder. 'Ah jus’ say, Spider-Man perfect, nah? But yuh know ah love yuh more than any web-slinger.'

She rolled her eyes, feigning indignation but staying snuggled close. 'I’m whipped,' she admitted, muttering under her breath. 'But… not thrilled some guy gets this much attention from you, even if he’s a fictional superhero.'

The girls erupted into laughter, some teasing, some just enjoying the drama, while you shook your head and grinned. 'It’s a tie. End of debate.'

Sophia crossed her arms. 'I like Tom Holland.'

Daniela nodded immediately. 'Tom.'

You groaned dramatically. 'Allyuh have no taste.'

Lara laughed so hard she nearly dropped the Spider-Man Funko Pop she’d been examining.

'You literally have a shrine to him!'

'Cause he de best one!'

Megan, meanwhile, hadn’t really participated in the debate. She’d just been watching you. Her chin resting in her palm. Eyes soft.

Manon noticed. 'Oh my god.' She muttered.

Sophia glanced over. 'What?'

Manon nodded toward Megan. 'Look at her.'

Everyone turned. Megan blinked. 'What?'

Daniela pointed. 'You’re staring again.'

'I’m not.'

'You are.'

Megan immediately turned pink. 'I just haven’t seen her in forever!'

You looked between them. '…Wha’ ah miss?'

'Nothing.' Megan said quickly, looking at her phone to distract herself.

Sophia’s phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced at it and then read aloud, 'Missy says we need to head back now.'

Groans erupted around the room. 'Already?' Lara whined.

You stood and stretched. 'Duty callin’, superstar.'

Megan looked like someone had just told her she had to move to another planet.

'No.'

You laughed. 'Yeh.'

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around you again, burying her face in your neck.

'I just got here.'

'Yuh been here three hours.'

'Not enough.'

'Megs…'

She tightened her grip. 'I’m serious.'

The girls watched with identical amused expressions. Sophia leaned toward Daniela. 'She’s actually attached.'

Daniela whispered back. 'Like Velcro.'

You rubbed Megan’s back gently. 'Yuh gon be late.'

'I don’t care.'

'Yeh, yuh do.'

'I don’t.'

Before you could argue again, Megan leaned up and kissed you. Not quick. Not subtle. A proper kiss.

Yoonchae made a noise somewhere between shock and secondhand embarrassment.

'Ack—!' She immediately slapped her hands over her eyes. 'Too much! Too much!'

Lara burst out laughing. Sophia clapped once. 'Alright lovebirds, break it up.'

But Megan didn’t move. So Yoonchae walked over, still covering her eyes with one hand, and grabbed Megan’s hoodie sleeve with the other.

'We're going now.'

Megan resisted like a stubborn cat. 'No.'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'Yes!'

She tugged harder. Daniela wheezed with laughter. 'You’re literally being dragged.'

'I’m not leaving!' Megan protested dramatically.

You gently pushed her shoulders. 'Yuh is.'

She looked at you with betrayal. 'You’re choosing them over me?'

You kissed her again quickly. 'Go do yuh job.'

She sighed like the world had ended. 'Fine.'

Yoonchae finally succeeded in dragging her toward the door. 'I can’t see but I know you’re still looking at her.' Yoonchae said accusingly.

'I am.'

'I knew it!'

The girls waved goodbye as they shuffled out.

'See you later!' Lara called.

'Don’t burn the apartment down!' Daniela added.

'Text me when you get home!' Megan shouted from the hallway.

'Ah live here!' You called back.

The door finally closed. Your apartment felt quiet again. You shook your head with a smile and grabbed your board. Time to head to work.

Meanwhile, the van had barely pulled away before Megan groaned and slumped in her seat.

'I should’ve stayed.'

Sophia smirked. 'You said that five times already.'

Daniela leaned forward. 'Okay, but real talk.'

Manon nodded. 'Birthday.'

Megan’s head snapped up immediately. 'Oh!'

Right. Your birthday. It was in two days.

Lara pulled out her phone. 'Operation Spider-Skater.'

Megan grinned. 'I like that name.'

Sophia glanced at her. 'You know her best. What should we get?'

Megan started counting on her fingers. 'Okay definitely skateboard stuff. New wheels maybe.'

Daniela nodded while typing notes. 'Got it.'

'And grip tape,' Megan added. 'She does go through grip tape like crazy.'

'Grip tape.' Daniela repeated.

Manon leaned over the seat. 'And Spider-Man things obviously.'

'Obviously.' Lara agreed.

Yoonchae suddenly gasped. 'I saw something!'

Everyone looked at her.

'It was like… tiny skateboard?'

Megan blinked. 'What?'

'For headphones!' Yoonchae explained, gesturing wildly. 'You wrap the wire around the wheels!'

Lara’s eyes lit up. 'Oh my god that’s adorable.'

Daniela scribbled it down immediately. 'Mini skateboard headphone holder.'

Sophia smirked. 'That’s perfect actually.'

Megan laughed softly. 'She’ll love that.'

Manon tapped her chin thoughtfully. 'What about Spider-Man merch she doesn't have?'

'That’s the challenge.' Megan admitted.

'She has a lot.'

Lara cracked her knuckles. 'Good thing we have tomorrow afternoon free.'

Sophia nodded. 'Split up?'

Daniela pointed at Megan. 'You’re not coming.'

'What?!'

'You’d tell her everything!'

'I would not!'

'Meg,' Manon said gently, 'you’re terrible at secrets.'

Megan slumped. '…okay maybe.'

Sophia smirked. 'You’re the distraction.'

'Exactly,' Daniela said. 'You keep her busy while we shop.'

Yoonchae pumped her fist. 'Mission!'

Megan sighed dramatically again. 'Fine.'

But she couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. Because she already knew exactly how your face would look when you opened the gifts.

And honestly? That alone made all the sneaking around worth it.

The next day became a carefully coordinated operation. You went about your normal routine. Working. Skating. Meeting friends. Completely unaware.

Meanwhile, across town, five Katseye members sprinted through a mall like undercover agents.

'Okay!' Daniela announced, holding the list. 'Lara and I get Spider-Man merch.'

'On it.' Lara said.

'Manon and Sophia get skateboard gear.'

'Easy.' Sophia replied.

Yoonchae held up her phone triumphantly. 'I found the tiny skateboard headphone thing!'

Everyone cheered. 'Perfect!'

Within two hours they had new skateboard wheels, fresh grip tape, a Spider-Man hoodie, a few rare figurines, a signed comic print they’d found in a specialty shop and the tiny skateboard headphone holder.

They spread everything across the hotel bed later that night.

Daniela grinned proudly. 'Oh yeah.'

Lara nodded. 'She's gonna freak out.'

Sophia crossed her arms with a satisfied smile. 'It's gonna be the best birthday ever.'

Megan walked in a few minutes later after hanging out with you. She froze when she saw the pile. '…You guys went all out.'

Manon shrugged. 'She deserves it.'

Megan gently picked up the tiny skateboard holder and smiled. 'She's seriously gonna love this.'

And for the first time all day, she couldn’t wait for your birthday to arrive.

---

The sun was already starting to dip lower over the water when you finally reached the beach.

It had been a busy day for the girls again—interviews, promo shoots, fans waiting outside the hotel—but tonight they had carved out a few hours just for you. Tomorrow morning they had an early flight, and everyone knew it.

Which was exactly why Megan had refused to let this evening go to waste.

The beach in Santa Monica Beach was lively but calm enough that you could find a little stretch of sand to yourselves. Food stalls lined the boardwalk behind you, music drifting faintly through the warm air, the sky turning pink and gold as the sun began sinking toward the horizon.

You had your skateboard tucked under your arm as usual when you arrived.

Megan spotted you first.

'There she is!' She said, immediately abandoning whatever conversation she’d been having with Lara.

Before you could even properly greet everyone, Megan was already halfway across the sand, jogging toward you.

'Hey—!' Your words cut off as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

She buried her face into your shoulder like she hadn’t seen you in months instead of just earlier that day.

'I missed you.' She mumbled.

'Yuh only see meh six hours ago, eh!'

'That’s too long.'

You laughed softly, hugging her back just as tightly. Behind her, the others were approaching more normally.

'Six hours is crazy dramatic.' Daniela said, shaking her head.

'She was checking the time every ten minutes.' Lara added.

'I was not!'

'You absolutely were.'

Yoonchae giggled while Sophia dramatically mimicked Megan looking at an imaginary watch.

The teasing made Megan pull away just enough to glare at them before immediately turning back to you and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

'Ignore them.'

You smiled. 'Hard ting.'

You all ended up sitting in a loose circle on the sand with food scattered between you.

Everyone had grabbed whatever they wanted from the nearby stalls: fries, fruit cups, bubble tea, fried shrimp, ice cream and much more.

The picnic was chaotic in the best way. Manon was trying to convince Sophia to try spicy street tacos.

'I promise they’re not that bad.'

'They’re glowing red!'

'That’s seasoning!'

'THAT’S FIRE.'

Daniela was halfway through stealing fries from Lara’s tray. 'Those are mine.'

'You weren’t eating them.'

'I was pacing myself!'

Meanwhile, Megan had claimed the spot right next to you and had zero intention of moving. Her shoulder leaned into yours. Her hand rested loosely on your knee. Every time someone said something funny, she leaned into you to laugh.

At one point she rested her head against your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

'Yuh comfortable?' You teased.

'Very.'

'Yuh heavy.'

'I will simply ignore that.'

You were halfway through your drink when Megan suddenly sat up straighter. 'Oh right.'

Your eyebrows lifted. 'Right wha’?'

She looked around at the others. 'Guys.'

Instantly the girls started exchanging looks. Sophia gasped dramatically. 'Oh my god, it’s time.'

Time? You frowned. 'Time fuh wha’?'

Daniela jumped up first. 'Wait here!'

'Wha’ kinda place ah go?!'

Before you could question it further, Lara and Manon were already jogging toward the boardwalk.

'Wha’ yuh goin’?'

'Just wait!' Yoonchae called.

You blinked at Megan. 'Ah fuh be concerned?'

She looked extremely pleased with herself. 'Nope.'

'Meg…'

'Just trust me.'

Five minutes later the others returned carrying a few small bags.

You stared. '…wha’ kinda ting dat?'

Megan grinned. 'Your birthday gifts.'

Your brain lagged. 'Ah birthday coming in a couple days.'

'Yes,' Megan said matter-of-factly. 'When we’ll be back in LA. So you’re opening them now.'

Your mouth fell open slightly.

All six of them immediately protested. 'Of course we did!' Sophia said.

'It’s your birthday!' Lara added.

'You deserve gifts.' Yoonchae said simply.

Megan nudged a bag toward you. 'Open it.'

You carefully pulled out the first item. Your eyebrows shot up. It was a tiny skateboard. A fingerboard-sized one—but with little wheels designed to wrap something around them.

Yoonchae lit up immediately. 'Okay okay that one was my idea.'

You turned it over curiously. 'Wha’ dat?'

'For your headphones!' She said.

She grabbed the cable of your wired earbuds and wrapped it around the tiny wheels. It fit perfectly.

You blinked. 'Ah swear, dat actually genius!'

'I saw it online.' Yoonchae said proudly.

'It’s so cute.' Sophia added.

You smiled. 'Okay nah, ah love dis!'

Megan looked extremely satisfied.

The next bag held more skate-related things. Grip tape designs. New bearings. A small multi-tool for adjusting trucks.

Your jaw slowly dropped. 'Wait nah—dese de ones ah seh ah like!'

Manon nodded. 'You mentioned them the other day.'

'Yuh remember dat?'

'Of course.'

You looked genuinely stunned. 'Ah jus’ ramblin’.'

'We listen.' Lara said with a shrug.

The final bag was clearly from Megan. She looked way too excited. 'Open that one.'

Inside was a small stack of things. A hoodie. A keychain. A comic. All themed around your favourite superhero. Spider-Man

Your eyes widened. '…Ah doh have dis comic.'

'I checked.' Megan said proudly.

'Yuh really check?'

'I looked through your whole collection.'

'Wha’ yuh say?!'

'I needed to make sure!'

Everyone burst out laughing. You held the hoodie up. 'Dis actually so cool.'

'It’s limited edition.' Megan added quickly.

You looked around the circle at all of them. Your voice softened. 'Allyuh… ah really didn’t expect nuttin’.'

Yoonchae smiled warmly. 'You deserve it.'

Sophia leaned forward. 'And we love spoiling people.'

Megan gently squeezed your hand. 'Happy early birthday.'

Your chest felt warm. 'Thanks, ah really serious.'

Later, as the sun had fully set and the beach lights came on, you all started walking back toward the hotel. Your skateboard rolled lightly under your foot.

Lara watched curiously. 'Can you teach me?'

'Yeah!' Daniela added.

Sophia immediately panicked. 'Wait I don’t want to break my bones.'

'It’s cool,' you laughed. 'Ah go show yuh.'

But before you could step away, Megan grabbed your sleeve. 'Hey.'

'Wha’?'

She pouted slightly. 'You’re leaving me.'

'Ah teachin’ dem.'

'Rude.'

'Yuh gon be alright.'

'No.'

The girls burst out laughing. 'Megan, let her go!' Lara called.

Megan reluctantly released you—but only after stealing a quick kiss. 'Be careful.' She said dramatically.

'Ah nah goin’ to war.'

You showed Lara and Daniela the basics. And within thirty seconds Daniela was wobbling.

'I’m going to die.'

'Yuh nah.'

Sophia refused to step on the board. 'I will watch from a safe distance.'

Meanwhile, Yoonchae and Manon tried learning together. Which mostly involved holding each other’s arms.

'If I fall you fall.' Yoonchae warned.

'That’s not comforting.'

They shuffled forward two feet. Then both screamed slightly when the board rolled faster than expected.

You laughed. 'Yuh doin’ real good!'

Behind you, Megan stood watching with crossed arms. 'You’re having fun without me.'

'Yuh didn’t want fuh try!'

'I wanted you.'

You rolled your eyes affectionately and skated back to her. 'Dere… now yuh stuck wid meh.'

Satisfied, she looped an arm around your waist. 'Good.'

By the time you reached the hotel, everyone was exhausted and giggly. But Megan clearly wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.

'Stay tonight.' She said softly.

You hesitated for about half a second. '…okay.'

Her entire face lit up.

Later, in Megan’s hotel room, the world finally felt quiet. No cameras. No fans. Just the two of you. You sat on the edge of the bed while she hugged you from behind.

'You know I’m going to miss you a lot, right?' She said quietly.

'Ah know.'

'You better call me.'

'Ah go do dat.'

'Every day.'

You laughed softly. 'Yeh, Megan.'

She tightened the hug. 'Good.'

Then she pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. 'Best early birthday ever.' She murmured.

And honestly? You kind of agreed.

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Morning came far too quickly. The soft light creeping through the hotel curtains made it feel earlier than it already was, and the quiet inside the room was the kind that only happens before a long day of travel.

You were awake before Megan. Mostly because you hadn’t slept very much.

Your arm was trapped under her as she curled against your side, one leg half over yours, her face tucked into the crook of your neck like she’d refused to let you go even in her sleep.

Which… honestly, she probably had.

You brushed your fingers lightly through her hair. 'Meg.' You whispered.

She groaned softly. 'No.'

You smiled faintly. 'Yuh have a flight.'

'Cancel it.'

'Yuh have a job.'

'Cancel that too.'

'Yuh have millions ah fans.'

'I’ll apologise.'

You laughed quietly. She finally lifted her head just enough to squint at you. The sleepy expression faded almost immediately when she remembered. 'Oh.'

Your chest tightened a little. 'Yeh.'

For a moment neither of you said anything. Then Megan immediately wrapped both arms around you again. 'I don’t want to go.'

'Ah know.'

The hotel room slowly became busier as the morning went on. Suitcases zipped. Phones buzzed. Girls moved in and out of the hallway as everyone finished packing.

You stayed near Megan most of the time, sitting on the bed while she shoved the last of her clothes into her suitcase.

She kept stopping to hug you every couple of minutes. 'Yuh distractin’ yuhself.'

'You started it.' She said.

'Yuh de one huggin’ meh.'

'Because you’re leaving.'

'Ah nah leavin’.' You pointed out gently.

'You are.'

'Yuh de one flyin’ to LA.'

'Exactly.'

Eventually everyone gathered downstairs. The early morning lobby was quiet except for your group and the hotel staff behind the desk. Suitcases were lined up near the entrance. Outside, the van waiting to take them to the airport was already parked at the curb.

The reality of the moment settled in quickly. Sophia was the first one to sigh. 'I hate goodbye's.'

'Same.' Lara muttered.

Daniela was leaning against one of the suitcases, arms folded like she was trying not to think about it too much. Yoonchae kept glancing between you and Megan.

And Megan… Megan had both of your hands in hers. She was clearly trying not to cry.

'You’ll text me when you get home?' She asked.

'Yeh.'

'You promise?'

'Ah promise.'

She bit her lip slightly. 'You’ll call too.'

'Ah course.'

Then you nudged her shoulder lightly. 'An’ ah go come visit yuh.'

That made her look up. 'You are?'

'Yeh.' You shrugged. 'Ah go rearrange some tings. Ah been meanin’ to visit LA anyway.'

Her eyes lit up immediately. 'Wait seriously?'

'Ah serious.'

'You’ll let me show you around?'

'Dat de plan.'

Her entire face brightened. 'This time I’ll be the tour guide.'

'Exactly so.'

For a moment the sadness lifted a little. Then Megan immediately hugged you again. Tighter this time.

'Still don’t want to go.'

You laughed softly into her shoulder. 'Yuh kinda have fuh.'

'What if I hide in your suitcase?'

'Yuh go suffocate.'

'…worth it.'

You gently pulled back and cupped her face. 'Meg.'

She looked at you.

'Yuh have fans waitin’ fuh yuh.' You reminded her. 'Millions ah dem.'

She groaned dramatically. 'You think they’d notice if I stayed here?'

You raised an eyebrow. 'Meg.'

'What?'

'Yuh know dem fans go really hunt meh down if yuh skip work fuh meh.'

That made Sophia snort. 'Oh absolutely.'

Daniela nodded. 'Twitter would explode.'

'Correction,' Lara added, 'they’d track your location.'

'Then cancel you.'

'Then send Megan back anyway.'

Yoonchae giggled as Megan sighed dramatically. 'Fine.'

You smiled softly. 'See? Yuh fans win.'

'They always do.'

The van driver stepped inside. 'Five minutes.'

That made the mood shift again. One by one, you started hugging the girls. First Sophia. She squeezed you tightly. 'You better visit.'

'Ah go.'

'Good. We’ll take you to all the best food places.'

Daniela hugged you next. 'Thanks for hanging out with us.'

'Course nah.'

'You’re cool.' She added with a grin.

Lara wrapped you in a surprisingly strong hug. 'You make Megan so happy.'

That made you smile. 'Ah try.'

Manon gave you a warm hug too. 'See you in LA.'

'Fo’ sure.'

Then Yoonchae. She squeezed you tightly. 'We'll take care of Megan in the mean time.'

'Thanks nah.'

'You’re very important to her.'

Your chest warmed at that.

Missy had been standing nearby quietly watching the chaos. You’d never really spoken to her properly before. But when your eyes met, she smiled politely.

You stepped forward slightly. 'Ah leh meh hug yuh too?'

She looked surprised. Then laughed. 'Sure.'

The hug was brief but friendly.

'Make sure yuh tek care ah dem.' You joked.

'I'll try my hardest.' She said.

Then it was Megan. She had clearly been waiting. The moment the last hug finished, she stepped forward and wrapped you up again. Tighter than before. Your arms circled her back.

'You’ll call me tonight?' She asked quietly.

'Ah go.'

'Even with the time difference?'

'Yuh.'

She leaned back slightly. Then kissed you. Soft. Slow. Not caring that the others were right there.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were smiling a little. Even if your eyes were slightly watery.

Of course the moment Megan stepped away, the teasing started. Sophia pointed at her. 'If you don’t marry her one day, I will.'

Daniela raised her hand. 'Same.'

'I’m first in line.' Lara said.

'Excuse me?' Yoonchae added.

Megan’s head snapped toward them. 'Absolutely not.'

They burst out laughing. 'You better hurry then.' Manon teased.

'You’re all ridiculous,' Megan said. 'Back off.'

Sophia smirked. 'See? She’s territorial.'

'You’re all banned.'

'You love us.'

'…unfortunately.'

Everyone laughed again. Eventually they had to go. Suitcases rolled toward the van. Doors opened. The girls climbed inside one by one. Megan was the last to get in.

But before she did, she leaned out and pointed at you.

'Don’t forget. Visit LA.'

You nodded. 'Ah nah.'

'And call me tonight.'

'Yeh, Megs.'

She smiled. Then blew you a kiss. 'Bye, I love you.'

'Bye, baby. Ah love yuh more.'

The van door closed. You watched it pull away from the hotel curb. Bittersweet. But not really goodbye.

Because this time, you already knew you’d see her again soon.

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Translations:

cyah - cant ah go - I go fuh - should / to Ah - my / I doh fuh = didn’t have to / don’t need to ah seh ah like = I said I liked Ah go do dat - I'll do that (i hope these are correct, pls dont kill me if they arent. im just going off of what google told me)

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