❝Oh, the secret night we promised never to speak of? That night?❞
❝Could you at least try to focus? We're looking for water, not testing the limits of my patience.❞
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known as the resident 'Pogue Captain', Laia wears her re...
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CHAPTER FOUR ; PART THREE.
'I tell you what, Dad's fists are flavorful enough'
PRETTY LITTLE THINGS CRIES.
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"
the movies – nightly
You know there's nothing like you and I together,
'Cause when we touch, something in it moves me,
I swear to God, it feels just like the movies.
"
OUTER BANKS, CUT
3RD PERSON POV
As the dust settled from the night's chaos, Kiara and Pope made a silent agreement to head out, leaving Laia and JJ alone at her house. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension, like the echoes of the fight still reverberated in their minds.
JJ plopped down on the couch with a wince, trying to mask the pain in his side. Laia, ever the responsible one, disappeared into the back room to fetch the first aid kit. The quiet of the house was a stark contrast to the frenzied adrenaline that had driven them just moments before.
