IN WHICH after a friendship blow up, Talia Anderson chooses one friend over the other and realizes she either has to stay an ousted kook or learn to live life like a pogue. Problem one, she's a kook through and through. Problem two, pogue king John...
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❝all my life i've been on my own i used the light to guide me home but now together we're alone and there's no other place i'd ever wanna go❞
-stockholm syndrome, one direction
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chapter twelve, POGUE BOOTCAMP PARTICIPANTS
It's barely a day later when Kiara Carrera and the pogues show up to break Talia Anderson out of her prison. Now, they didn't know what they were doing at the time but it still didn't change the fact that they helped break her out.
Laurel Anderson was at work, where she seemed to spend most of her time these days. Between work and screaming at her daughter, the woman didn't have much free time on her hands.
Talia moved slowly throughout the house, creeping towards the stairs as the incessant knocking on the front door never ceased. "One second" She yelled out, straining her barely used voice.
Pope Heyward stood in front of her, JJ at his side with his fist raised in the air. Talia glanced between the pair, confusion spreading through her body. Behind them, Kiara sat in John B's van staring forward at the road.
"what are you doing here?" Talia questioned when she finally looked away from her friend.
"you told John B you'd help, remember?" JJ leaned closer as if inspecting the girl's head. "or did you take that big of a fall that you've forgotten every-?"
"It happened after she fell you dumbass" Pope cut him off, hitting his stomach and making him double over. "John B said you agreed to help when he saw you at the hospital"
"He asked, I never said yes," Talia told the boy, ignoring the blonde's weak cry for help. "And besides, I'm not exactly in pristine condition" She motioned to herself and Pope shrugged.
"Well, then it's a good thing we didn't ask you to be. Come on, we don't have time to waste" He insisted, stepping aside and allowing the girl to step foot outside.
"I'm not interested in helping. I got you the plat map, I'm done. Besides, what could you possibly need my help for?" The girl questioned, knowing she was right. John B's weak attempt at getting help was rather useless when he didn't need it.
"come on, aren't you at the very least curious about finding actual treasure?" JJ stepped in, his words mirroring John B's from Midsummers. He looked back to the two impatient pogues in the van.
Talia followed his gaze, meeting John B's eyes fleetingly. "Not really" She reasoned, telling the truth. However, she was trapped in the house and any attempt to socialize with kooks would only be repeated to Laurel. If she wanted to get out, it was alone and risk being seen or with the pogues.
