It took three suitcases to fit all of the things she would need on the trip. One for her crop tops and shorts, another for essentials, and the last one for swimsuits.

Pisti took pride in her organization skills. She zipped up all the luggage neatly and made sure there was not a thing out of place. She made sure to pack anything her friends might forget in her essentials bag. Some Advil in case Jafar was having one of his headaches, extra snacks in case Masrur was hungry, hair ties so that her boyfriend didn't have to push his hair back every five seconds, a neck pillow for Sinbad since he would have too much pride to get one for himself, a puzzle for Sharrkan (anything that would keep him busy and that would allow him to leave Jafar alone), and a book for Yamuraiha.

"It's ready!" she squealed to herself.

There was so much excitement building up inside her heart she felt as if it could burst. This was her first time being with a boyfriend on a trip and having her old friend accompany her. She grinned at all the possibilities.

So if I spend the time going there by bringing Sharrkan and Yamuraiha together I have the rest of vacation to bother them both about how good of a friend I am, she thought. That was going to be a challenge since she didn't know if Yamuraiha felt the same way as Sharrkan and if he was ever going to be able to make the first move.

The phone rang, she scrambled across her room to pick it up.

"Hello-" she paused, she didn't check who was calling, she had swiped to answer so quickly.

"Hey, Pisti." It was Yamuraiha.

"Oh hi!" She tried not sound overly excited to be talking with her friend. "Any reason for calling me?"

"Actually…" Yamuraiha's voice got quiet. "Can you please come help me pack? I've never been to a vacation like this before, I've searched up what I should bring, but that was really no help,"

"I can't come over right now because I have to run an errand with my sister, but Spartos is an excellent planner,want me to ask him to help you?" As much as Pisti wanted to leave Sharrkan and Yamuraiha together, she couldn't- not with this at least. Sharrkan was an awful packer and without a doubt leave Yamuraiha stressed, pissed, and not ready.

"Sure send anyone! I just need help!"

x-x-x-x-x

Spartos was greeted by a frantic Yamuraiha. Her hair all over the place, but that was no surprise as he had seen it like that frequently. She put her sweaty palms on his shoulders and looked at him with gratefulness.

"Are you alright?" He felt obligated to ask that.

"Yes, yes- why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem like you're a little stressed." A little was an understatement, yes, but it's not like it was his place or character to point out everything wrong with the picture.

Yamuraiha pushed her hair out of her face. "Yes, well- I'm-" she paused thinking of an explanation to give. "I'm having a bit of a hard time figuring out what to bring and I really don't like leaving out any detail you know me," her voice was shaky.

"It's alright, I'll help you with everything, that's why I'm here right?"

"Yes, well, let's not stand here in the doorway then," Yamuraiha motioned him to follow her. "Just a heads up, my room is a mess," she laughed to herself. "I was trying to find the perfect things, but I ended up just disorganizing everything."

Yamuraiha was right about her room being a mess. Spartos had never thought he would witness Yamuraiha's belongings in unrecognizable bundles thrown all over the room.

"It's really bad isn't it?"

"It's-" Spartos took another look around the room. "Yeah it's really bad," he agreed. "At least all of the clothing is out for you to choose and take with you." He kneeled down next to her suitcase, which was the only thing in the room that wasn't covered in other things. "I'll tell you everything you need," he pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Pisti sent me a list before I came here to make it easier for you," he smiled thinking about his girlfriend.

"That's wonderful!" Yamuraiha clapped her hands together.

"So first things first, swimwear-"

"Check," Yamuraiha dunked her bikini into the suitcase.

"White shirt if you have one so we can dye it when we're at Sinbad's," he studied Yamuraiha's confused expression. "It's a tradition we do."

"Alright, I'm sure I have one here somewhere." She rummaged through the piles of clothing on her floor only to find a bracelet. "This isn't mine," she held up the wooden beaded bracelet up to Spartos.

Spartos squinted his eyes. "I think that's Sharrkan's- wait what is his bracelet doing in your room?" he questioned.

Yamuraiha remembered back to the night that both her and Sharrkan drank too much together and when he woke up next to her. She didn't see him wearing a bracelet- granted he was in layers before and it was more than likely that is flew off when he fell asleep.

"It probably latched onto one of my sweaters somehow," she lied.

Spartos nodded, but he didn't believe her story, not one bit. "As long as there isn't any secret relationship going on,"

"What?!" Yamuraiha blushed madly. "There's nothing going on I swear!"

"I'm just teasing," Spartos explained. "I don't mind what goes on in your life." He looked back to his phone. "Well we can skip the white shirt for now the next thing on the list is-"

"Hey Spartos," Yamuraiha stopped him. She gulped. Was she really going to tell him? Well if she was going to confess to anyone it would be a good choice that he was the first. He could keep a secret after all.

"Huh?"

"I like Sharrkan."

"Yeah I do too,"

"No I mean, I like him a lot. I know this sounds out of the blue because you see us argue," she paused. "I don't think I've ever liked someone as much as him," she felt her voice crack, she was supposed to tell Spartos about her feelings not give him a verbal essay. "And I just don't know what to do because he seems so unattainable, and he's my friend. I don't want to make him uncomfortable."

Oh if only she knew that her feelings were reciprocated. All of this would be resolved within twenty minutes- an hour tops. Spartos however knew that again, it wasn't his place to meddle, so he did the only thing he could do: support her.

"Even if he doesn't see you that way that doesn't mean that it'll always be that way. I never really saw Pisti as anything more than a friend, but when she messaged me saying she liked me I realized that I felt the same all along. I took a step back and saw that she was there all along through everything, and that there's no one else that makes me laugh as much as she does," he scratched the back of his head. "There's other things that happened too, but that's personal…"

"Spartos!" She flew over next to him and took his hands. "Please promise me you won't tell anyone."

"I won't,"

"I think I will tell him, but I need a sign for the right time."

In the meanwhile he was going to try and give Sharrkan hints that he should confess. That wouldn't be meddling would it? He would just encourage him to realize his feelings and not hold them back. Maybe it was a little bit of meddling, yet what could he do? Pisti's influence was hovering over him.