Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -chappell... Apr 2026

“You should go.”

Chappell didn’t answer right away. She wandered into the living room, picked up a framed photo of Sabrina and some guy neither of them remembered the name of, and set it back down. “You heard the new single?”

“I want you to stop saying ‘good luck.’” Chappell reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Sabrina’s face. “I want you to admit that luck has nothing to do with it. You’re just scared.”

The air between them tightened. Sabrina crossed her arms—not defensive, exactly. More like she was holding herself together. “I’m not the one who left.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

Sabrina closed her eyes. For a second, she let herself feel it—the want, the grief, the stupid, stubborn love she’d been choking down for months. Then she opened her eyes and stepped back.

“I’m always busy,” Sabrina replied without looking up. “What do you want?”

But here they were. Again.

Chappell tilted her head. “You haven’t asked me to leave yet.”

She turned and walked out. The door clicked shut.

“No,” Chappell agreed, voice dropping. “You’re the one who kept saying good luck, babe like a curse. Like I was the one who’d end up alone.” “You should go

“You look busy,” Chappell said.

“Which one? You release a new one every time I turn around.”

And Sabrina stood alone in the vanilla-and-burnt-sugar silence, wondering why that phrase finally sounded like a goodbye she wasn’t ready to say. “I want you to admit that luck has nothing to do with it