They all got into different jeeps. Bea sat besides the window, Thomas in-between her and Nancy. Thomas tried to make a little conversation with Bea, but of course, it ended up with both of them arguing, and it takes Thèrèse, Sonya, and Frypan, the four of them whom from the back to stop them both from bickering.
"Put on your seatbelt," Bea said, sardonically as Thomas leans on Nancy, practically laying on her (shoulder), his bare foot touches Bea's ear, trying to kick Bea as they fought. His giggles filled the jeep. He didn't know what's gotten into him, but messing with Bea for the first time felt like he had done it a million times. Thomas hit Bea on the shoulder using his foot as Bea pushed him away, uninterested. "Actually, don't. Please die if we crashes. Just you though, we all survived."
"You guys are so loud." Nancy said, patronising from Thomas' right. They didn't listened to her though as they kept fighting, practically attacking eachother, and Bea whining Thèrèse' name. Thomas uses his bare foot and pushed away Bea's head. "Here we go, again." Nancy sighs, wrathfully. Bea grabbed Thomas' ankle forcefully, "Can you keep your stinky, nasty foot away from me?"
Bea leaned to say something to Nancy as Thomas properly sat up, when suddenly Thomas blows raspberry to Bea's nose. Bea closed her eyes, begging for God to give her strength as she wiped her nose dramatically and shoved her fingers behind Thomas' neck, pushing him forward as he laughs at the impact.
Not just the long rides continued but, Thomas messing with Bea continued as he kept poking and jabbing his fingers on her head, as she looks out the window. "Nancy, can you swap seat with this big, ass forehead dumbass here?" Bea's voice coarsely.
Thankfully, God decided to give Bea some peace as they finally made it to the base. Many people, girls, and some kids surrounded the place. Harriet and Sonya started to lead them down this hill, it's not long, but curvey. Still, even when they're walking, Bea and Thomas kept messing with eachother.
Suddenly, Bea accidentally tripped on one of the rocks, or you could say Thomas playfully shoves her from the back. And luckily, for Bea, Sonya was happened to be walking nearby, leading them. Bea could've crushed her skull into the rocks if it wasn't for the soft, and cold gentle arms holding her hips and arms. Bea turned shyly, looking at the blonde girl who holds her up.
Bea lowered her head, seeing Sonya's hand replacement. She blushed, and for the first time, she actually blushed, her hearts beating really fast she's not even surprise if everyone hears it. "Oh. I'm sorry, I just- happens to- tripped." Bea stands properly, brushing her jacket as she heard the laughter of Minho and Thomas. (+Vicky rolling her eyes)
"It's okay. Just be careful next time, okay?" Sonya said. Her voice sounded normal, but to Bea, she swore she just heard an angel, spoke, so dreamy, so soothing. And, she knows that she makes her little crush on Sonya very clear but she couldn't help it. Not when Sonya is the literal perfection in her eyes.
Bea nodded as she watches her leave, snickering coming closer as she looks over and saw Thomas and Minho, playfully making smooching kissing noises and a blowing kiss. Bea gagged as she groans, walking furiously towards the front where Thèrèse was.
"They've been planning this for over a month now," Harriet explained, from the front lead. "This is all for us."
"You guys are lucky you found us when you did." Sonya said, as Bea walks quickly on the front, matching her steps with Sonya'. "We're moving out at first light. Where's Vince and Vivian?"
"Over there, I think. I haven't seen Vivian since this morning." A man answers her question.
"Who's Vince?" Thomas asks.
"Who's Vivian?" Vicky asks next, her interests piqued up at the name.
"Vince is the one who decides if you get to stay. And Vivian, she managed our whole operation. She's a healer too, but more of a fighter." Harriet answers as Vicky matches her steps with her.
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Fanfictionmy hand was the one you reached for; all throughout the great war. vicky, nancy, thèrèse and beatrice the crank, the key, the outcast and the rebel let the trials begin!