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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚 echoes throughout the large and dark tunnel as Blake's emerald orbs scan over the dark abyss. Feeling the pit of her stomach churn with anxiety as Thomas shifts awkwardly next to her.
Rattling sounds from the old metal as the vehicle hits a bump, making the girl hold her breath as Fry switches the lights to the vehicle on—Illuminating the tunnel.
"Here" Thomas says, catching the girl's attention. Snapping her eyes over to the boy, Thomas holds a flashlight out to the girl.
Sending the boy a small smile, Blake takes the flashlight and flicks the switch. "Thanks"
Newt and Fry share a smirk as they listen to the two awkward teenagers. Both boys knew the two had somewhat grown apart from being separated for so long, but they could tell the two were still in love with each other.
And the tension is suffocating. The two idiots are in love, but won't do anything about it.
"Well, here we go." Fry says, cutting through the awkward silence.
Settling his spotlight on the open window seal, Newt scans the beam around. "Yeah, just take it nice and slow."
Blake's wide emerald search through the old and rusted cars around them as the group of teens slowly creep through the debris.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Fry's voice startles the girl, quickly rolling up her window, before snapping her eyes to where the boy points.
𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥.
Fear floods the small brunette's body as she peers in-between the two boys, noticing the silhouette of a crank in front of them. "I don't like this." Blake whispers as the crank inhumanly gags and growls.
"It's okay." Thomas whispers "It's just one."
"Yeah, till he calls out to his buddies that dinner is here." Blake mutters, trying to keep her cool as her heart pounds against her chest.
