POV: Third Person / Dual Focus Location: Kennedy's Bedroom Time: Late Afternoon "Alright y'all, so look..." Kennedy started, looking right into the camera lens with a huge, bright smile on her face. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, holding her container of Chick-fil-A mac and cheese with her fork in hand, unable to stop cheesing as she looked back and forth between the camera and Caleb "Everybody in the comments keeps asking what's going on," she giggled, taking a small bite of her mac and cheese before continuing "We just wanted to address it real quick. Me and Caleb are not on bad terms at all. We never were. Y'all extra in the comments making up stories!" Caleb sat right beside her on the edge of the mattress, leaning back on one hand while holding his own Chick-fil-A cup. His fresh retwisted locs fell past his shoulders, and he had that low, relaxed smirk on his face as he watched her talk. His eyes stayed glued to her face, warm and steady "Yeah... mhm," Caleb chimed in smoothly, his deep Detroit voice quiet and respectful, but laced with that low-key flirtatious tone he only ever used with her. "Tell 'em, Kenn. Speak your truth." Kennedy turned her head and gave him a playful side-eye, her smile only growing wider as she nudged his arm with her shoulder. "Stop looking at me like that, Caleb, I'm trying to talk to the vlog!" Caleb just shook his head softly, a faint chuckle slipping out as he took a sip of his drink and leaned a little closer to her "I ain't doing nothing, Kenn. I'm just sitting here listening to my girl..." He paused for a second, catching himself with a smooth grin "...to Kenn. Go ahead, talk."