" 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡,
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟. "
Our Y/N is a famous movie star, singer, popstar, model, anything else related to this-you name it! Almo...
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"A CRUISE IS PICKING ME UP?" I repeated through the phone. Kris had called to inform me that I could just get home through an incoming ship that she was sending my way. When did she need a cruise to be filled with people?! "What the heckles...how'd you get a cruise?"
"It's the Battleship Cruise." She answered. "The next stop is there. I figured you might as well get to know them."
"Hm...Valt mentioned something about a tiger participating in the competition too." I muttered to myself. I heard snickers coming from the other end of the line, soon a burst of laughter. "Kriss! What's so funny? You're making me feel lame here—and I don't like that!"
"It's nothing. I can tell you're still as bad with names." I could already see a mischievous grin of some sort on her face.
"No I'm not!"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive!"
"Who is the leader of SB Rios?"
"Uh...um..." I know this dude's name. He's in the Supreme Four with Zac. We hung out a few times...oh c'mon! Don't let me down now, Memory—you're kind of doing it right now! "Sh...no. Lulu—wait, there're no ladies on the thing. Um...Xan...d. Xand...Xandeer—what the heck am I saying?!"
"Xander, Y/N. Xander."
"Xander—goodness gracious me—I knew that!"
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My hand was shielding my squinted E/C orbs from the blazing sun that poured its blanket of warmth over me.
I was at the docks, and on front of me was the gigantic ship.
It was white, a pure marble white with light cyan tinted windows. It sat in the calm prismarine waters like a sitting duck, the tiny waves on the bottom crashing onto the lower glass panes. The upper deck occupied many people, bladers, all peering over the edge with their hands on the railing.
'It's bigger up close—' another question struck me. 'how do I even get on?'
I held my chin in my hand. There wasn't anything coming out from the side. Are they expecting me to jump on—oh heck nah! I got sandals on, I can't even run in these!—...I probably should get a pair of sneakers sometime soon.
"Who's that down there!?"
I shot my head up.
There was a kid with scarlet locks that were tied up in a...ribbon, about Kit's age. A hand gripped firmly on the railing and the other arm stretched out and other the rail, index finger pointed at me. He seemed to be talking to someone behind him.
