The days start to blur in the best kind of way. Not because I’m forgetting anything—but because every moment feels soaked in sunlight, music, and Teddy’s mouth on mine.
It begins at the Santa Monica Pier.
Thomas insists on funnel cake before noon, powdered sugar already dusting his jeans like snow. Brody wins a giant stuffed avocado for Tyler at a ring toss booth, and we spend way too long making it dance to whatever song is blaring through the nearby speakers. Tyler carries it around like a proud toddler. He’s finally warmed up to the band completely—curling up on Thomas’s hoodie, licking Brody’s neck tattoos, and trotting faithfully behind Teddy and me like he’s our golden, four-legged hype man.
We ride the Ferris wheel just as the sun starts its slow dip over the Pacific. I sit acros
