❝Lai, you're really pushing your luck tonight.❞
❝Luck is for the weak, J. I prefer calculated risks.❞
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forget quadratic equations; Laia's equation is more like "Revenge = Fun + Chaos."
armed with sarcasm, a knack for misch...
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run boy run - woodkid
Tomorrow is another day,
And you won't have to hide away,
You'll be a man, boy!
But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!
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OUTER BANKS.
3RDPERSON POV
The boat eased its pace as they approached the docks of Laia's residence and John B's mansion. Each of the Pogues gazed at the chateau with a sense of fondness.
"There she is." John B said, a tinge of nostalgia in his voice.
"Must feel good to reunite with the old gal, huh?" JJ quipped. "Welcome back, folks."
Pope and JJ gave John B reassuring pats on the back.
"Home sweet home, John Bitch." Laia chimed in, taking her place beside her cousin, a hint of joy in her eyes.
After docking the boat and stepping onto the mooring, Kie couldn't resist sharing her thoughts. "You know, I gotta be honest. Not exactly looking forward to a check-in at home. My parents probably already arranged my funeral."
Pope chimed in, "I predict unpleasantries at the Heyward household after I left the truck in Charleston."
John B exchanged a knowing glance with Laia, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.