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Marisol dozed off on the couch when the doorbell rang, causing her to jolt awake and accidentally tumble off the couch. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, pushing herself up. "Who is it?!" she yelled, flinging the door open to find Robby on the other side. "Oh, hi."

He chuckled. "Hey, I need to talk to you," he said, prompting a furrowed brow from her. "What for?" she asked, arms folded across her chest. "Sam's grounded, and she wants to go to the party and see you, so..."

Marisol clicked her tongue. "Ooh, okay. So, how do we get her out?" she asked, intrigued. Robby smirked. "Here's the plan: I go back to the LaRussos, walk in saying I twisted my ankle. Sam's mom will let her drive me home, but instead, she brings me to the party, and boom, you!"

Marisol's lips curled into a smile. "All right, I like that idea. Need me to drive you over?" she asked, to which the Keene boy shook his head. "Kk, see you soon," he responded, the plan set in motion.

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Arriving at the party, Marisol's heart sank as she witnessed Eli making out with Moon. Stopping in her tracks, Aisha hurried over. "Hey, you okay—" she began, cutting off when she followed Marisol's gaze to Eli and Moon. "He's a jerk, Mars. Don't let it get to your head. You deserve so much better," Aisha reassured her.

She scoffed. "It's whatever. I have Sam now, and she's way better for me. Eli is a piece of shit," Marisol remarked, her tone carrying a mix of defiance and frustration. Aisha sighed, recognizing the emotional turmoil, and rubbed Marisol's back in a comforting gesture. "Where's the beer?" she asked, her jaw clenched in a show of inner tension. Marisol pointed toward Miguel, and Aisha headed in that direction.

"Heyyyy, Marisoooollll!" Miguel slurred his words, and Marisol nervously waved in response. "Hey..." she trailed off, feeling the weight of the situation. She grabbed a beer from the bin and started to drink rapidly, seeking a distraction from the emotions stirred up by the encounter with Eli.

Just only ten minutes later, she was drunk and started hullicating. She saw her sister near the ocean. Marisol drunkly walked over, stumbling some and saw her sister once again. "Sophie..?"

Marisol stumbled, falling to her knees onto the sand as Ghost Sophie kneeled in front of her. "Mars, you need to move on. Its been almost four years. I'm in a better place now.. trying to find me in Eli is not gonna work. He's manipulating you and hes gonna try to win you back again soon. Please do not fall for it. You need to make sure Sam is right for you and when right time comes and maybe Eli is not Hawk anymore, he might be not so narcissistic anymore, but Sams always gonna be better and Eli might be too in the future, who knows. Make sure to choose wisely."

Marisol gazed up at her with confusion. "What?" she mumbled, caught off guard, as Ghost Sophie tenderly kissed her forehead. "I love you, hermana," Sophie whispered, and Marisol felt a rush of emotions, tears streaming down her face as Sophie slowly faded away into the moonlit night. "Sophie! SOPHIE!" Marisol cried out, her voice echoing in the empty space as she frantically looked around, realizing that everyone from the party had vanished. The surreal scene left her in a state of bewildered solitude.

She stood up, panic gripping her. "Aisha? Moon? Hawk? ANYONE?" she screamed, her voice echoing into the eerie emptiness around her.

"Marisol! Mars, please wake up! Oh my god!"

In the distance, Marisol heard Eli's voice. Following the faint light, she gasped and shot her eyes open. Water spluttered from her mouth, and she shivered, feeling the cold water around her. It seemed like she had almost drowned. "What happened?" she questioned, her voice reflecting the confusion and disorientation of the moment.

Sam pushed Eli away. "Oh my god, Mars. Are you okay? You almost drowned! We should get you to the hospital immediately!" she rambled, cupping Marisol's face and planting a soft kiss on her, all while Eli clenched his jaw in jealousy, glaring at Sam.

"What—No, doctor!" Marisol protested, her voice raised. Sam turned to Robby. "Come on, we should go to the hospital. We need to make sure you're okay and you don't have any fluid in your lungs. You were out for a while," he suggested. Marisol rolled her eyes. "Fine," she mumbled reluctantly.

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Natasha and George's hearts raced with worry as they received another call about Marisol being in the hospital. They sprinted through the corridors, the urgency evident in their steps. Bursting into the hospital room, they found Sam seated beside Marisol's bed, holding her hand with a reassuring grip. "Marisol! Are you okay!?" George exclaimed, panting, his breaths reflecting the anxiety that had fueled their rush to the hospital. The room held a palpable tension as they awaited news about Marisol's well-being.

"I'm fine..." Marisol mumbled, avoiding eye contact, prompting George to glance at Sam for answers. "We were at a party, and turns out she got super drunk, thought she saw Sophie, and walked into the ocean..." Sam trailed off as Marisol shot her a look.

"Mars, I'm worried about you. Maybe your parents should get you into therapy again," Sam suggested, but Marisol rolled her eyes. "I don't need therapy! I've been fine for two years." Her response held a mix of defensiveness and frustration, emphasizing her resistance to the idea.

Natasha and George exchanged a knowing look. "Sam's right. Therapy might be good. Dr. Lopez said she's always welcome to see you again whenever," Natasha suggested, trying to reason with Marisol. She bit her bottom lip nervously. "I don't know," Marisol mumbled, fidgeting with her bracelet. George sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "I love you, Marisol, and I don't think it's your choice this time. You are going to see Dr. Lopez again," he asserted with a sense of parental concern.

Marisol scoffed. "What!?"

Natasha turned to Sam. "Sam, please go home, okay? Marisol will text you later." Sam nodded, giving Marisol a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room. "I am not going back!" Marisol yelled. "You are going back. End of discussion," George stated firmly, leaving no room for argument as Marisol groaned loudly in frustration.

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