BROOKS:
All righty, boys, our work is done. The Cale ship has sailed.
*picture of Cal and Noelle holding hands on the hayride*
VAN:
I’ve never regretted having hay fever more.
AARON:
Man, I miss all the good stuff. I’m flying out for Thanksgiving.
JAMIE:
Our captain is so gone.
BROOKS:
And that kiss was something else.
CAL:
how would you know you were stuck in the maze for an hour
JAMIE:
We saw what we needed to see.
BROOKS:
We took turns on each other’s shoulders.
MAX:
How did I miss this invite?
CAL:
you said you were going with bells
MAX:
. . .
JAMIE:
Did she BALE on you? *laughing emoji*
BROOKS:
Dude. Leave the puns alone. They’re worse than your sense of direction.
MYLES:
Remind me how I ended up on this chat?
VAN: