australian boys | 1k cabo celebration, found family au ⋆⭒˚.⋆
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summary: in which the girls step in for a game of beach volleyball with some new friends.
notes: based on this request! i hope you enjoy <3 💌
the cabo sun is beginning to soften.
not because it’s cooling down, nothing in cabo ever really seems to cool down, but because the harsh afternoon light has started to mellow into something warmer, golden.
you’re still damp from the pool. grace is beside you, stretched out across a lounge chair with one arm thrown over her eyes. sabrina is sitting upright, carefully applying another layer of lip balm, because tucker had apparently packed her three separate ones and she was determined to use them all “out of respect.”
allie, however, is restless. which is always how trouble starts.
she’s standing at the edge of the deck, looking down towards the sand with narrowed eyes, one hand shading her face. you notice the look on her face and immediately sit up a little straighter.
she turns to face you. “i haven’t said anything.”
“you’re thinking something.”
“with you, it should be.”
sabrina glances over, already suspicious. “what did she find?”
allie points towards the beach.
there are a few makeshift volleyball courts set up near the water, ropes pressed into the sand, people gathered around them with drinks in hand. the game closest to you is loud, messy, mostly made up of tourists who seem to care far more about laughing than winning.
someone dives for the ball, missing it completely, yet the crowd cheers anyway.
allie’s expression brightens.
grace lowers her arm from her face. “absolutely not.”
“you don’t even know what i was going to say.”
allie pauses, before smiling. “okay, so maybe you did know.”
you laugh softly, shaking your head as you bring your glass to your mouth. “allie.”
“none of us play volleyball.”
sabrina raises a brow. “when have any of us played volleyball?”
allie thinks about it for half a second. “beau's summer house.”
grace sits up slowly. “where you claimed your ankle hurt every time it was your turn to serve?
"that was a coincidence."
"a remarkably consistent coincidence."
“i stand by it,” allie says, lifting a finger.
you laugh then, properly. she looks so pleased with herself that it’s impossible not to. the sound gets caught somewhere in the warm air between you, easy and familiar.
allie is already walking. “come on.”
“where are you going?” sabrina calls.
allie turns around, walking backwards now. “to have fun.”
grace groans. “logan is going to be so annoying if i injure myself.”
“then don’t injure yourself,” allie says brightly, as though the answer is obvious.
you stand, mostly because you know resisting is useless once allie has put her mind to something.
sabrina sighs, sliding her phone into her beach bag. “for the record, i’m only doing this because watching you embarrass yourself sounds entertaining.”
the four of you make your way down from the deck towards the sand.
the wood is warm beneath your bare feet at first, then the sand takes over, hot enough that you immediately quicken your steps. the closer you get to the courts, the louder everything becomes. music, cheering, the thud of the volleyball hitting forearms, palms, sand.
someone whistles after a particularly bad serve, while another person shouts encouragement like the entire tournament is an olympic final, rather than an activity being played by people who have clearly had a few cocktails too many.
one game has come to a stop.
a group of guys around your age are gathered near the net, counting heads, arguing good-naturedly about teams. they’re tanned in that way people get when they’ve spent more time outside than inside, sun-lightened hair, open shirts, board shorts, easy smiles.
one of them glances over, then looks again, his expression brightening. it doesn't in a way that feels uncomfortable, rather like he's openly relieved.
all four of you instinctively look behind yourselves, there’s nobody there.
allie points at her chest. “us?”
he jogs closer, volleyball tucked beneath one arm. there’s sand stuck to one side of his calf, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. “bit of a random question.”
“that’s always a promising start,” sabrina says.
he laughs, seeming to appreciate it. “we’re short a player.”
someone behind him calls, “we’re short four, actually.”
the first guy turns briefly. “i was getting there.” he looks back at you four. “any chance you ladies wanna save us?”
the four of you exchange looks almost immediately. it’s the kind of look that only exists between close friends, four silent conversations happening all at once.
allie’s smile is already widening. you recognise that smile, it usually means she’s about to volunteer everybody for something chaotic, before acting surprised when there are consequences.
you point at her before she can speak. “don’t.”
she presses a hand dramatically to her chest. “i haven’t said anything.”
one of the guys laughs under his breath. “is that a yes?”
allie turns to him, a smile gracing her features. “absolutely.”
grace closes her eyes while sabrina mutters quietly under her breath. “oh this is going to be incredibly humbling."
you sigh, but you’re smiling now. “just a heads up, we’re really bad.”
the guy shrugs, grin widening. “perfect. so are we.”
behind him, another guy lifts his hand. “speak for yourself.”
“liam, you served into a cabana.”
allie laughs at their conversation. the guy closest to you holds out his hand to her in greeting, sending her a warm smile. “i’m ethan.”
allie shakes it first. “allie.”
“grace,” grace says, already sounding resigned.
then his gaze lands on you. not lingering too long, not in a way that makes your shoulders tense, but with the kind of friendly interest people have on holiday when everyone feels more approachable than they normally would.
you give him your name, he smiles. “it's nice to meet you, y/n.”
“you may regret saying that once you see me play.”
“honestly?” he says, turning back towards the court. “you can't be worse than any of us."
the first round is a disaster, not in a humiliating way, rather in a funny one.
allie takes it far too seriously, planting her feet in the sand like she’s about to defend a national title. grace spends the first five minutes shielding her face every time the ball comes towards her. sabrina apologises to everyone she bumps into, including a man who is nowhere near her and definitely not involved in the game.
at first, that’s all you can do.
the ball comes at you too quickly, your hands go up on instinct, sending it sideways instead of over the net. it lands a few feet away from ethan, who dives dramatically after it despite having absolutely no chance of reaching it.
he hits the sand with a thud, everyone cheers anyway. you clap a hand over your mouth. “oh my god, i’m so sorry.”
he rolls onto his back, staring up at the sky. “tell my family i tried.”
liam steps over him. “your family would be so disappointed.”
you laugh before you can stop yourself. the sound is bright, ethan looks pleased with himself as he accepts liam’s hand, getting pulled upright again.
the next point goes slightly better. grace manages to hit the ball, not over the net, but she hits it. logan would probably call that progress, if he were here, after first checking that she hadn’t somehow bruised her wrist.
you think of him and smile, then you think of garrett. it happens naturally, the way it always does, a tiny flicker of him in the middle of something that has absolutely nothing to do with him.
you picture the way he’d be standing if he were here, arms folded, watching you with that amused little smile he gets whenever you do something athletic outside of his supervision.
he’d tease you, absolutely, but he’d also be the first person cheering when you managed to do anything right. your chest warms at the thought, before the ball comes flying towards you.
you react on instinct, bumping it with both forearms, cleanly, actually cleanly. the ball arcs over the net. there’s a stunned half-second where everyone seems to register what just happened.
then allie screams. “yes!”
you throw your arms up. “i did it!”
everyone cheers far harder than the achievement deserves.
ethan points at you from the other side of the net. “see? natural.”
“all great careers start somewhere.”
sabrina wipes sand from her arm. “please don’t encourage her.”
you grin. by the second game, nobody is really keeping score anymore. the teams shift, someone puts music on from a portable speaker.
a few people from the beach club wander over to watch, drinks in hand, laughing whenever someone completely misjudges the ball.
the original teams blur together until everyone is rotating in and out whenever somebody gets tired, needs water, or decides that lying down on the sand, relaxing, is a much better use of their time.
allie becomes weirdly competitive halfway through. she starts calling plays like she knows what any of them mean, pointing at imaginary positions in the sand while everyone stares at her blankly.
“you two cover the back.”
grace blinks. “which part is the back?”
sabrina, somehow, becomes the team diplomat, gently apologising every time allie accuses someone of a fake rule violation.
liam, the one with the wind excuse, turns out to be deeply invested in encouraging everyone even though he himself is objectively terrible.
ethan is good, but not obnoxious about it.
another one, noah, keeps trying to play while holding a drink and gets shouted at by the rest of them every time.
the fourth, tom, says the least, but laughs the hardest, especially when grace accidentally shouts “sorry!” before the ball even reaches her.
it’s easy, that’s the thing. none of it feels heavy, none of it feels like anything you need to manage or overthink. it’s just the four of you on a beach in cabo with sand sticking to your legs, playing terrible volleyball with strangers.
at some point, allie starts filming. you notice only because she nearly drops her phone while trying to serve one-handed.
“i'm trying to get a video!”
“we are literally losing right now.”
“and? content doesn’t require us to win.”
she films grace missing the ball completely, sabrina hitting it backwards, you getting one over the net again and celebrating like you’ve won something far more impressive.
then she turns the camera on herself, breathless and laughing. “our newest athletic endeavour-”
the ball lands directly beside her foot, she shrieks, everyone loses it.
eventually, after the fifth game, the whole thing ends naturally. people start drifting back to their tables, to towels, to drinks waiting in the shade. someone takes down one of the ropes, while someone else calls out that they need food before they pass out.
you bend over slightly, hands resting on your knees as you try to catch your breath. “i-”
you shake your head, laughing weakly. “never again.”
“you say that now,” grace says, collapsing onto the sand beside you. “but allie will find another activity tomorrow and somehow we’ll all end up doing it.”
allie drops down beside her. “you’re welcome.”
sabrina sits more carefully, brushing sand from her ankle. “my entire body is going to hurt tomorrow.”
“tucker would tell you to stretch,” you say.
“tucker would have electrolyte tablets.”
“check your bag, he probably packed some for you.”
sabrina pauses, before reaching into her beach bag. to everyone’s amusement, she pulls out a small packet.
silence, allie points at it.
“is that what i think it is-”
grace bursts out laughing. “no way!”
sabrina’s cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson red as she tears it open, “he worries.”
you laugh softly, sitting down beside them, stretching your legs out in the sand.
the heat coming off the ground is gentler now, no longer sharp enough to sting. your body feels pleasantly tired, loose from the sun and laughter, the kind of tired that settles into your muscles after a good day.
ethan approaches with a few bottles of water tucked awkwardly beneath one arm. “water delivery.”
you look up, sending him a polite smile. “thank you.”
he passes them around, careful not to crowd anyone. “seriously,” he says, smiling. “you lot picked that up ridiculously fast.”
allie snorts. “he’s lying.”
liam appears behind him, dropping onto the sand with a groan. “my shoulder is ruined.”
tom doesn’t even look at him. “your serve is ruined.”
“i was once very promising.”
noah sits too, far enough away that it doesn’t feel intrusive, close enough that the conversation becomes one group instead of two. for a little while, everyone just breathes.
the music continues behind you, waves fold into the shore. conversation comes gradually, where you’re all from, how long you’re in cabo, whether the beach club is always this busy.
the boys are australian, which becomes obvious the longer they talk, each sentence sun-warmed and easy.
they’re travelling too, though not quite in the same way. ethan and tom are on a break after finishing uni. liam is visiting his sister, who apparently lives half the year in mexico and the other half “wherever she gets bored least.”
noah is meant to be working remotely but seems committed to avoiding his laptop at all costs.
“responsible,” sabrina says.
noah nods solemnly. “that’s what i keep telling my boss.”
“is your boss convinced?”
you smile, taking a sip of water, before liam points towards tom’s shoulders.
“speaking of irresponsible, this idiot forgot sunscreen yesterday.”
tom’s face drops. “don’t start.”
“he looked like a lobster,” ethan says.
grace immediately laughs. “logan would actually lose his mind.”
liam tilts his head. “logan?”
she says it so naturally she doesn’t even think about it, twisting the cap back onto her water. “he packed me enough sunscreen for about six months.”
tom nods, approving. “smart man.”
“annoying man,” grace corrects, though she’s smiling. “but smart.”
noah looks towards sabrina. “what about you?”
“also sunscreen obsessed?”
“more preparedness obsessed.”
you smile. “he packed her favourite lip balm.”
ethan nods, smiling before looking to allie. “let me guess.”
allie grins. “boyfriend.”
allie laughs once, bright and immediate.
“dean?” you make a face. “protective is too calm a word.”
grace nods. “dean is more...dramatically vigilant.”
everyone laughs, before inevitably, looking at you. you don’t feel like you need to explain yourself or prove anything. it’s merely the natural rhythm of the conversation finally finding you.
smiling you respond, “me too.”
ethan lifts his brows. “serious?”
he presses a hand over his chest as though wounded. “that’s tragic.”
“i’ll pass your condolences onto him.”
allie leans back on her hands, eyes sparkling. “please do. garrett would love that.”
you shoot her a look. “don’t start.”
“i’m not starting anything.”
“you’re always starting something.”
she smiles innocently, which convinces absolutely nobody.
ethan glances between you and allie, amused. “garrett?”
you nod. “that's his name."
there’s a tiny shift in your voice when you say it. not performative, not possessive for the sake of making a point, just warm, certain.
sabrina sees it and smiles into her water bottle, grace sees it too. allie definitely sees it, because she never misses an opportunity to weaponise your affection for him.
“she’s obsessed with him,” allie says.
“you are also obsessed with dean.”
ethan laughs, raising both hands in surrender. “noted. all boyfriends accounted for.”
the conversation moves on after that, easy again.
tom asks about hockey because apparently he’s never watched an american college game, seeming genuinely fascinated by the fact that people take it seriously enough to fight over it.
grace tries to explain while also insisting logan “isn’t that bad,” which makes all three of you look at her until she admits, “okay, sometimes he is.”
sabrina describes tucker as calm and sensible, then immediately follows it with, “unless someone touches his favourite kitchen knives.”
you listen, smiling, adding pieces in to the conversation when they fit.
garrett comes up naturally too.
the way he gets quiet when he’s focused, the way he pretends he isn’t superstitious before games, even though he absolutely is. the way he always calls when he’s walking home, even if it’s only for five minutes, because he says he likes hearing your voice before bed.
you don’t realise you’re smiling until ethan says, softer this time. “you really love him.”
your eyes lift to his. there’s no teasing in his voice now, no flirting, simply just an observation.
you feel your expression soften before you can stop it. “yeah,” you say quietly. “i do.”
for a second, the world around you seems to settle. music still plays, people still laugh, drink, shout over the water. right here however, sitting in the sand, salt drying on your skin, phone buried in your bag, the distance between cabo and briar feels sharper.
you are having fun, you are.
you’re having the kind of fun garrett had wanted you to have, the kind he kept telling you to enjoy without feeling guilty for being away.
still, you miss him in the small spaces. in the pauses between laughter, in the instinctive reach for your phone whenever something happens that you know would make him smile.
allie nudges your knee lightly with hers, not teasing this time, just there.
you glance at her, and she gives you a tiny knowing smile before turning back to the conversation.
a few minutes later, liam mentions a bonfire. casually, not with pressure, not with expectation.
“a couple of people are heading down the beach later,” he says, brushing sand from his hand. “nothing massive. just drinks, music, probably someone trying to play guitar badly.”
tom points at him. “that someone is you.”
“hey i’m brave for trying.”
ethan looks towards the four of you. “you’re welcome to come, if you want. no pressure though.”
there’s a brief pause, not awkward, just the kind where everyone silently checks in with everyone else.
you look at allie, allie looks at grace, grace looks at sabrina, sabrina tips her head slightly, already knowing the answer.
allie smiles apologetically. “that’s really sweet.” she hooks a thumb towards the four of you. “but we’d better not.”
liam nods easily. “no worries.”
“i think we're overdue for some strict girl time." allie says, her voice soft, genuine.
ethan smiles, in understanding. “fair enough, that sounds like it'll be good fun.”
then, after a beat, he looks at you again. “your boyfriend’s a lucky bloke.”
it’s said gently, friendly, the kind of compliment that isn’t really about trying to get somewhere, but simply acknowledging what is obvious from the way you talk about him.
still, your chest warms. your first instinct is garrett, always.
his careful hands, his steady voice, the way he looks at you like being known by you is something he still can’t quite believe he gets to have.
you smile without meaning to. “i think i’m the lucky one.”
the words come out quiet, completely sincere.
allie’s expression softens beside you. grace looks down, smiling to herself. sabrina doesn’t say anything, but her shoulder presses briefly against yours in acknowledgement.
you glance down at the sand, suddenly a little shy in a way you hadn’t expected to be.
it’s easy to laugh about the boys. easy to joke about dean spiralling, logan lecturing, tucker preparing for every possible emergency, garrett asking too many questions because he cares and has never been subtle about it.
but saying the truth plainly always feels different.
eventually, the conversation breaks apart in the natural way holiday conversations do. ethan tells all of you it was nice meeting you, liam tells grace to reapply sunscreen “for logan’s sake,” causing her to laugh in response.
tom offers a lazy salute, while noah states he should probably pretend to answer an email. eventually they drift away, back towards their own table near the bar. you watch them go for a second before allie lets out a dramatic breath.
she grins. “that was very wholesome.”
allie pauses, before pulling her phone out from her bag. she turns her camera towards the water, where the sky is glowing orange-pink over the ocean.
she records the shoreline, the music, the softened light. your voices drift faintly in the background as the four of you gather your things.
none of you notice that ethan’s earlier comment, and your answer, are still caught clearly enough beneath the sound of waves.
your boyfriend’s a lucky bloke.
i think i’m the lucky one.
allie sends it to dean without thinking twice. to her, it’s sweet, just a small moment from a good afternoon.
none of you realise that back at briar, several minutes later, that eight-second video is going to undo whatever fragile peace currently exists inside the hockey house.
the hockey house is unusually quiet, not silent, just comfortable.
the television plays some action movie none of them are particularly invested in anymore.
garrett disappears into the kitchen, returning a minute later carrying two bowls of popcorn balanced against his forearm, alongside four bottles of water tucked beneath his elbow.
"you're carrying too much, g" dean says, grabbing one of the bowls.
garrett shrugs. "i was already up."
he drops onto the couch beside dean, settling back comfortably.
it's strange. the house feels emptier without the girls. too clean, too quiet. nobody has left half-finished coffees on the kitchen island, nobody is wandering downstairs asking if anyone wants to go for frozen yoghurt at ten o'clock at night.
logan reaches into the popcorn. "it's weird."
tucker looks up. "what is?"
dean nods absentmindedly. "yeah."
garrett doesn't say anything, he had noticed it the first morning.
noticed himself automatically looking towards the front door around lunchtime because that's usually when you'd wander over from your dorm, sometimes with allie, sometimes by yourself, usually carrying an iced coffee.
you had somehow always managed to make the entire house feel different within five minutes of arriving.
dean's phone vibrates loudly against the coffee table. he reaches for it without much thought.
logan glances sideways. "what?"
"allie sent through a video."
his words earn everyone's attention. dean opens it. "they're..." he watches the first couple of seconds, "playing volleyball?"
garrett leans over slightly. "what?"
dean tilts the screen so everyone can see. allie's voice immediately fills the room.
"our newest athletic endeavour-"
the camera shakes wildly as she laughs. grace swings at the volleyball, completely missing, the ball bounces harmlessly beside her.
logan smiles before he can stop himself. "...yeah."
"that's about what i pictured."
dean snorts quietly before allie's video continues. sabrina somehow manages to hit the ball behind herself instead of forwards, allie dissolves into laughter.
the camera lands on you. you're standing in the sand, squinting into the sunlight. someone serves towards you, your forearms come up instinctively, the ball actually goes over the net.
your face lights up. "i did it!"
allie lets out an ear-splitting cheer somewhere behind the camera.
the boys on the other side of the net immediately erupt too, clapping, pointing across the sand like you'd just scored the winning point in a championship game instead of managing your first successful return.
garrett smiles. there you were, entirely happy, sunburnt across the bridge of your nose, laughing.
exactly the way he'd hoped you'd be.
the video ends. dean types back a quick response before tossing his phone onto the couch between them. "looks like they're having fun."
dean's phone vibrates again. he barely glances down before speaking once more. "she's sent another one."
garrett's attention lifts almost immediately.
dean opens the message, it's a photo. the four of you stand shoulder to shoulder in the sand, windswept hair, flushed cheeks, bare feet, with the ocean stretching endlessly behind you.
all smiling, incredibly happy.
dean smiles to himself. "that's a nice photo."
logan leans over slightly, "send that one through later."
before dean can lock his phone, another notification appears.
"she's really documenting this whole thing."
without hesitation dean presses play, and allie's voice sounds through his phone.
"so if you haven't already figured we joined a volleyball game."
the camera spins around. this time the teams are mixed.
the girls are standing beside the same boys from earlier. everyone is talking amongst themselves between points while someone retrieves the volleyball from further down the beach.
the conversation is impossible to hear over the wind.
allie laughs at something off-camera, grace says something that makes two of the boys laugh, while one of them gestures dramatically towards the net as you double over laughing beside grace.
for a second, nobody says anything.
logan reaches into the popcorn bowl. "looks fun."
"yeah," dean agrees quietly. he's about to lock his phone when garrett speaks.
dean glances sideways, turning his gaze onto him. "miss something?"
garrett shrugs once. "just wanna watch it again."
it's such an ordinary request that nobody questions it. dean taps the screen, the video starts over.
allie's laughter fills the lounge room again, while the camera pans across the court.
once again, the girls are standing beside the same boys, everyone is talking amongst themselves. allie laughs somewhere behind the camera, then it catches the end of the next point.
your serve lands cleanly on the opposite side of the net, one of the boys on your team holds out his hand as you jog past.
without even thinking about it, you grin and slap your palm against his in a quick high five, already turning away again before either of you break stride.
grace says something that makes two of the boys laugh. one of them gestures dramatically towards the net. you're doubled over beside grace, laughing at whatever's just been said.
the clip ends, dean lowers the phone. "...cute."
garrett doesn't answer. he's still looking at the now-black screen.
dean notices almost immediately. "g?"
he nods automatically. "yeah."
dean studies him for another second. "you've got that face."
garrett frowns. "what face?"
"the one where you're pretending you're not thinking about something."
logan looks between them. "what happened?"
dean gestures vaguely with the phone. "i don't know yet."
garrett scratches absent-mindedly at the back of his neck. "it's nothing."
dean raises an eyebrow. "you've watched an eight-second video twice."
another quiet pause, garrett exhales softly through his nose. "it was the high five."
logan frowns. "the what?"
dean thinks back through the video, then it clicks, realisation immediately gracing his features. "oh."
garrett lets out a small laugh at himself. "i know."
"she literally just scored a point."
"and somebody celebrated."
"i know." he smiles, almost sheepishly. "it's fucking pathetic of me."
he knows exactly what happened, he knows it didn't mean anything. he knows if he'd been standing on that beach he'd have held his own hand out without even thinking.
that's almost the problem.
a few seconds pass. "i just" his voice quietens, softening "wish i'd been there."
the room settles into silence, not awkward, understanding. suddenly it makes perfect sense.
he isn't worried about you, he isn't imagining worst-case scenarios, he's missing the little moments that distance seems to quietly steal.
dean's expression softens first. "yeah."
garrett glances over, dean nods towards the paused screen, nudging garrett gently with his shoulder.
"that would've been your high five."
a smile tugs at garrett's mouth, small, almost embarrassed. "probably."
logan leans back against the couch, clapping his shoulder teasingly. "you've become ridiculously domestic, g."
garrett laughs. "have i?"
logan points towards dean's phone. "she scores one point."
"she gets one high five."
"and your first thought is..."
he points dramatically across the couch. "that should've been me.'"
garrett groans, dropping his head back. "when you say it out loud like that i sound insane."
they all laugh, even garrett.
dean's phone buzzes again, everyone looks down instinctively.
dean opens the video, allie's voice sounds. "update..."
she's laughing. "we lost."
the camera swings across the beach. one of the boys is dramatically celebrating while grace points accusingly across the sand.
"you're literally six foot four!"
everyone laughs. the camera catches you doubled over beside grace before panning back towards the net.
the same four boys begin gathering stray volleyballs. one notices the camera, he waves, allie laughs, waving back. the video ends, as dean's screen turns black.
"...okay," dean says slowly.
logan smirks. okay what?"
dean rubs thoughtfully at his jaw. "they seem alright."
another pause. "probably."
logan grins, his tone mocking. "'probably.'"
dean shrugs. "i'm just hoping they're decent blokes."
he looks back at the screen. "they're halfway across the world." his voice is quieter now. "i just hope they're treating our girls well."
tucker nods once. "looks like they are."
garrett smiles faintly. "yeah."
he already knows they are. if they weren't, you would've been the first person to tell him.
he reaches for his own phone. "i'm gonna message her." logan grins, garrett opens your conversation.
the typing bubble appears almost immediately.
met some aussie boys playing volleyball hahaha
garrett smiles immediately. not because of the boys, because the messages sound exactly like you, excited, bright, desperate to tell him about your day.
his thumbs hover over the keyboard.
looks like you finally learnt how to play volleyball 😉
don't get too excited, graham
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