She moves closer to him and leans her head on his shoulder, listening to him lie.

"I think we should go home."

Truth.

Juliet nods her assent into his shoulder and cuddles in closer.

"I'm sorry we're both so horribly uncoordinated." She looks up at him with a small smile. "I think we should work on that. Not right now. But it's definitely a thing we should do."

"Next time, less trees."

"I hear couches are a big new thing."

He shakes his head.

"Not my place. Should I call Brian's brother?"

"There are many couches in the world. We can find one eventually."

She nods, "Yeah, go ahead. I don't really feel like calling Stefan. He might make me go home."

"He can't have gotten that far. We weren't here long."

He calls.

"Hey, Bentley? We're cashing in that ride now."

"No, everything's fine. Yeah, yeah. Sure. Drive safe."

He hangs up.

"He says it'll be five minutes."

"Do you wanna go wait by the road, or can I continue using you as a pillow for a little while longer?"

"I can accept my destiny."

Pillow!

She will also pick up his hand and play with it.

But otherwise: cuddles.

Cuddles are nice.

And then pulls up their ride.

She whispers to Matt, "Please take the passenger seat. If I have to sit through another session of polite small talk I will throw myself out of the truck."

"We're all full up in here," shouts the passenger.

"Your ride is on the way."

"Um, what?"

Juliet is also confused. She stands, keeping a hold of Matts hand and pulling him along with her to the car.

"Seconded. I thought you were our ride."

"That was the plan. Mr. Finstock offered."

"...Coach is driving us home."

"Yeah. We'll wait here until he does."

"I guess that works."

She laughs, "I thought teachers didn't exist outside of school grounds. Or are gym teachers and coaches exempt from this universal rule?"

"Finstock is exempt from most rules. He's an odd guy."

"Hey, Daehler, get in here," says the just arriving gym teacher.