𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 teenage Ophelia Armani Routledge has a secret, that she'll never tell.
The pogues, JJ, John B, Kiara and Pope nickname her Phi. Pronounced Fee. Ophelia falls madly for JJ, the troublemaker of the group, but when dipping into both ge...
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"YOUR THE ONLY FRIEND OF MINE THAT HASN'T TOLD ME YOU WANT TO AGGRESSIVELY FUCK MY BROTHER."
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Present day. 2020.
AND SINCE THE DAY SHE MET JOHN B , his stupidly pretty friend and his caring dad. She's a Routledge. In most eyes, the island views Ophelia as that or the 'no one girl'. She wasn't mad about that, it brought slight comfort to her. Now sixteen and witty, she has completely forgotten about Sophia. Wait, who even is that again?
"Oh Phi-Phi!" Called out a raspy voice. Ophelia sat up, annoyed at this unexpected alarm. She sat up, the sheets slipping from her shoulders onto her lap as she only is now noticing the state her room is left in. John B, her 'basically brother' busts through the already half open door to her bedroom. She glanced over at him. "What's put you in such a bubbly mood?" Her question deflates him, as if he were expecting her to match his energy this early in the morning.
"Well good morning, miss sunshine." He leans against the frame that holds the scribbly marks to count John B's height development since he was 2. She sarcastically paints a bright smile across her face. "Now, what?" He holds out his hand for her to take it, excitement drowning out his normally dull and tired eyes. "Get up, JJ has something waiting for you."
Ophelia tilts her head slightly , squinting. She decided to take his hand anyway, and slips on her sliders before following him outside. She lets him run ahead of her, somewhat matching his eccentric nature. "She here?" a voice whispers out to John B loud enough for her to hear. She walks over and sees JJ beside the coop that they use to store all their fishing rods, since they don't have chickens. "She is here, yes. Why was I woken?" Ophelia cupped her face with her mouth as a yawn escaped her.
"Well, you know the way it was your birthday.. sometime last week?" The blonde boy asks, holding something behind his back and grinning widely at the fatigued girl. His eyes glaze her body, regardless of her unimpressive over sized tee and loose shorts. She throws a slight confused nod. John B runs to stand beside him before he reveals what was in his hand. And Ophelia can't help but hold her stomach in laughter when she sees a hen stare back at her. "A hen!" She cries in between giggles, running over to the two boys as it flaps in JJ's arms. She reaches out for it, her fingers stroking the feathers as she actually begins to love it.
