Summer Breakdown: It’s giving deleted scene

Jasmine spins to the cooler and then hands Frankie a carton of juice. Lani likes it when they both drink out of them because she’s ridiculous, and Jasmine does it because she loves her. Frankie smiles, pouring her pills into her palm. Her fingers brush the back of Jasmine’s hand, and she sucks in a breath comparable to running a marathon. Loser.

“You should take them like I take mine,” Lani says. She’s lying down again, her feet tapping against Jasmine’s thigh. “It makes it funnier.”

“How do you take yours?” Frankie asks, throwing a few in her mouth at once. Jasmine panics, even though Frankie is thirty years old and hasn’t yet choked on her pills.

Lani giggles, spinning to sit up. She pulls a yoghurt from the cooler, and Jasmine’s about to stop her because it’s silly, but she’s pre-emptively giggling, and it’s Jasmine's favourite thing. Frankie smiles like she doesn’t know she’s about to be covered in yoghurt because Lani has a shaky hand at the best of times.

“Mama,” she says with a laugh. “I need help.” Jasmine is going to tell her no. She and Frankie aren’t even friends. They’ve just been sitting on the same blanket for half an hour, talking about very little. It doesn’t make them friends. She’s truly going to tell her no. But her eyes close with how much she’s laughing, and Frankie laughs too, and Mike was supposed to turn up, and ugh.

Jasmine takes the spoon, scooping some yoghurt onto it.

“Pill, please,” she says to Frankie, who hands her one. Lani laughs, leaning against Jasmine as she does. Jasmine drops the pill into the yoghurt. Frankie smiles, and Jasmine doesn’t feel embarrassed even if she should.

She picks the spoon up, and Lani cackles. Then she moves it through the air, but Lani stops her.

“Mama, sounds,” she whispers. It’s not very quiet.

Jasmine clenches her jaw, but it softens when Lani rests her head against her shoulder.

“Choo choo,” Jasmine says, and moves the spoon towards Frankie’s mouth. Lani is standing, her hands against Jasmine’s shoulders, as she laughs. It shakes Jasmine’s entire arm. Frankie doesn’t open her mouth when the spoon gets close. But she has too. It’s the law. Like when a toddler gives you an imaginary phone, the phone gets answered. And no, Lani is not a toddler, but Jasmine will dislike Frankie for real.

“Open.” Frankie blinks like she had no idea there was a spoon in front of her. She does what she asks, her tongue dropping slightly. Jasmine swallows, and Frankie holds her gaze as she takes the spoon in her mouth.

“It’s fun, right?” Lani asks and Jasmine blinks, flinching at the sound. She pulls the spoon back, and dips it in the yoghurt. She hands the whole thing to Frankie in case she wants to take her pills like that.

“It is fun,” Frankie replies. She drops the rest of her pills into the pot. “Thanks, babe.”

Just for fun! Unedited, don’t hate me.