𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 (chapter thirteen)

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Take me home, Country Roads by John Denver

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Take me home, Country Roads by John Denver

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:42
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╔ ❝ Country roads, take me home 

To the place I belong ❞ ╝


ˣⁱⁱⁱ : ʳᵉᵘⁿⁱᵒⁿ.


⁽ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ⁾ : ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ!


JJ'S EYES SWELLED UP WITH TEARS, he brought Amelia's fragile body into his embrace. He sobbed out loud that he thought she was dead. Kiara and Pope hugged Amelia as well until their time was cut short.

Kiara jumped in next to the two girls barely even fitting herself, Pope and JJ ran just behind the bike to help push it faster. Three men were chasing after the pogues, the one they stole from and also two random guys.

John B pedalled even faster if that was possible, Pope groaning and grossly spitting everywhere from the exhaustion.

Pope fell over and grazed his knee slightly before jumping back up with the courage of his friends. The man that was still confident on catching them nearly caught onto his backpack but he fell over.

The pogues howled out in victory as the men got up slowly from the ground and cursed at them, "See you later, asshole! Oh my god!" Pope yelled out.

JJ stood up inside of the bike with two middle fingers aiming right into the thugs soul, "Blowin' you a big ol' kiss!"

John B pedalled them towards the sandy beach to where their boat was, they all got on and exhaled deeply from running a lot.

The boat sailed away fast as the water splashed onto their bright, happy faces. Smiles were shared amongst every single one of them from being together again.

JJ was seated beside Amelia with a big smile on his face, "John B dude, I thought you said Amelia died? You know, that asshole kook shot her and all?"

John B formed an 'o' with his mouth, "The phone died and I also lost it, I couldn't update you. I'm sorry."

He shook his head and brought her into a tight embrace, "It's okay, don't sweat it man. All matters is that she's alive, and we're back together again. Pogues for lyfe, man!"

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