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𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚 :
DON'T BE SHY

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     SHE WAS FED up. (F/N) could not bring herself to stay by Michael with his newfound attitude.

     He was behaving like a knock-off of Lost Boy who was mistreating everyone around her, and every night he would leave to go party (or whatever) and sleep all day. It had to stop. She wanted her friend back.

And she was sure she knew where the problem started, so that was where she was headed.

The cave the Lost Boys had brought her to was easier than she would have thought. There was a feeling in her, a calling to the rocky residence. She didn't know why, but as she traveled to the area she felt lighter. She knew there was a high chance that the Lost Boys would be there because it was night. They were either there or patrolling the Boardwalk for any sort of trouble.

When she stood in front of the cave on her bike, she found herself nervous to enter. But, with a deep breath of courage, she entered the area before she could second guess her plan.

The Lost Boys were inside the cave, and when they heard someone entering their attention was caught by the girl struggling not to slip down the rocky path. "What a surprise." David was the first one to speak, sitting up in his chair. It wasn't much of a surprise though. He had been waiting for the girl to show up.

(F/N) made it down the path safely and looked up with an annoyed glare. She marched towards the prideful boy, "What did you do to Michael?" The girl interrogated, stopping by the fountain only four feet away from him.

A whistle sounded from Marko. (F/N) looked towards him, finding him and Paul sitting the closest of any of the boys on a couch. Dwayne was resting on a random stable box to the side.

     "Someone's heated." The boys laughed at David's words.

(F/N) sighed in frustration, turning back to the smug boy, "I'm serious."

David took in a breath, his eyes narrowing slightly on her figure, "Take a breath, sweetheart. Think about it." David leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "What could we have done to him?"

"Anything." She blurted, "He's insufferable."

Paul piped, "So nothing's changed?"

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