It was a secret, much like their relationship, that Cara was a fan of Caleb's predictability. In the past, she had dated many fickle guys who said they knew what they wanted one minute, but moved onto someone better in the very same breath. That was part of the reason that she had been single for so long, going nearly a year without a date just after sophomore year had concluded. Before she had become interested in Caleb, the young blonde had honestly thought that she wouldn't date again until after college. While that may have been a lofty goal, Cara could say that she was happy about the way things had worked out because now she had stability—something she had always craved. Caleb was perfect for her.

“Nothing's wrong with a good burger,” she grinned, “you're just you.” It was a good thing that Norris was so occupied with Elissa, because if anyone were to point out the subtle, or rather, not so subtle, flirting between her and Caleb, it was Norris. Thankfully, Elissa offered a distraction for all of them, and Cara couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise as her best friend mentioned the disgusting combination of meat and butterscotch. The other girl was practically mad for it, which was odd.

What wasn't odd, however, was linking arms with the other girl as the two of them exited the RV. They were incredibly close with one another, more like sisters than anything, and Cara didn't object to the closeness. “You're a little gross for that,” she laughed, bumping Elissa's hip teasingly with her own. Her laughter trailed off, though, and Cara found herself shaking her head. There was a fine line between pretending to tolerate Caleb as friends while Elissa and Norris sucked face, and actually letting on that she [i]liked[/i] spending time with him. Elissa didn't need to know what was going on between herself and Caleb; not yet.

“We're friends,” she nodded, glancing casually over her shoulder in order to be sure the boys were following along. “Besides, you and Norris should have your [i]alone[/i] time.” 

There was something about Elissa's need for a burger topped with dessert that made Norris a little bit uneasy. The type of request was out of the ordinary for her, and while she was plenty weird with her own quirks, he couldn't help but think something was up. Vaguely, he recalled a piece of information that he gathered from every teen show and romantic comedy he had ever seen—girls ate weird shit when they were pregnant. The thought alone was enough to terrify him, not only because they were so young, but because the curly-haired young man was unsure of how much longer he would actually be around. Inwardly, he was staving off another panic attack, trying not to think about it. He bargained with himself, thinking that if she mentioned it again, he would ask her about it. Hopefully, this was just a fluke.

Piling out of the RV, Norris fell into step beside Caleb. As nice as it was to have all of this uninterrupted time with Elissa, he still wanted to hang out with his best friend. “If we stay along the coast, we could probably do some fishing this week,” he offered with a friendly grin, “we could get rid of the girls for the day, just hang out.” Norris assumed they would go shopping, or paint each others nails—do whatever it was girls did. “That way you don't have to be stuck with Cara all the time.”