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do you think they know?

In the retro upbeat city of Hermitcraft, the streets buzzed with life. Neon signs flickered above cozy cafes, artisanal shops, and bustling markets, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that illuminated the night. Each district, with its quirky charm and distinct personality, thrived under the guidance of one of the city's 27 mayors. The buildings themselves were adorned with bright murals depicting scenes of peaceful harmony, cheeky creatures, and old legends, all fostering a sense of community and mischief that permeated the air.

It was in District 17, known for its vibrant nightlife and whimsical art galleries, where two figures moved with purpose amongst the masses. Gem, with her flowing red hair and captivating green eyes, possessed an aura of warmth and wildness. She loved helping people with almost anything—from organizing community game nights to arranging quirky events that encouraged the residents to embrace their playful sides.

Beside her was Pearl, with her enchanting blue eyes and mischievous brown hair that danced about her as she strolled. Pearl was notorious for her love of pranks that often revolved around harmless fun. Though she had an endearing spirit, she was also the mastermind behind many tricks that kept the residents of Hermitcraft on their toes.

On the surface, they appeared as the best of friends, often teasing each other and sharing laughter as they roamed the bustling streets. However, tucked away from the world's gaze, their secret relationship blossomed. An unspoken bond linked their hearts, a hidden element of their lives they jealously guarded.

One Wednesday evening, the vibrant lights of Hermitcraft shimmered under the deepening twilight sky, as the city prepared for its upcoming Mischief Night Festival—a grand event where laughter and tricks would fill the air. Gem had taken it upon herself to organize the festival, and as usual, Pearl was at her side, brimming with ideas.

"Alright, my fiery redhead, what's the plan for tonight?" Pearl asked, her eyes glinting mischievously.

Gem paused, her green gaze scanning the crowds of people, taking in the vibrant energy, before her eyes settled on a towering statue of the city's founder, Old Hermit. "What if we pretend to believe that Old Hermit has come to life again and is here to offer us unlimited wishes?"

Pearl let out a sharp laugh, "Oh, that could be dangerous! How do you think we can pull that off?"

The corners of Gem's mouth curled into a sly grin. "We could rig some old speakers with a voice modulation system. If we cleverly control when the 'Old Hermit' speaks, we could create a spectacle for the festival. People will flock to hear what he has to say!"

Pearl clapped her hands, thrilled with the idea. "Count me in! This is going to be legendary!"

As they planned the pranks, laughter spilled into the night like a cascade of stars breaking free from the night sky. It was moments like these that defined them—small exchanges packed tightly with affection and mischief, each based on the understanding that they were more than just friends.

But it wasn't long before their secret relationship became a topic of hushed whispers and gossip. As the Mischief Night Festival drew closer, both Gem and Pearl began to feel the pressure of their hidden romance. The excitement of pranks and festival preparations was intertwined with the growing challenge of keeping their relationship private. Every shared glance seemed to spark a rumor; every playful touch ignited suspicion amongst their friends.

On festival night, the streets of Hermitcraft glowed bright with anticipation. Lanterns shaped liked playful imps lit the sidewalks, and the aroma of popcorn and caramel apples wafted through the air. Gem and Pearl, clad in matching outfits—Gem in a tunic adorned with emeralds and Pearl in shades of cream—mingled with the crowd.

As they positioned the speakers next to Old Hermit's statue, their hearts raced, excitement mingling with unease. Would this prank bring them closer or expose their secret?

As the time approached for the festival to commence, they shared a quick, secretive kiss behind a vendor's stall, the taste of caramel apples and mischief lingering in the air. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them, while the festival pulsed with life. It felt like a fleeting moment crafted from their dreams. But before either could speak, they were drawn back to reality by the stir of the crowd.

With the festival in full swing, Gem pressed a button hidden in a pocket, and a loud, booming voice erupted from the speakers. "Greetings, good citizens of Hermitcraft! It is I, Old Hermit! You have awakened your humble founder!"

Laughter echoed through the crowd, and cheers rose as people rushed to hear what the figurative Hermit had to say. For a moment, the duo was consumed by the thrill of their prank. However, amidst the laughter, a shadow fell over them as a group of their friends began to gather, drawn by the spectacle.

A friend,impulse , offered a teasing smirk as he approached with the group. "Doing a little behind-the-scenes work, are we? Or are we all getting a wish tonight?"

Pearl laughed nervously, glancing at Gem, their closeness revealing just a hint of truth. "Just trying to make the magic happen , impulse! What about you? Want to make a wish?"

The ensuing crowd and festive banter masked their anxiousness. That night's reverie played out like a dream until whispers of speculation took on a life of their own.

As the festival wound down, and the final glow of lights twinkled like fireflies in the shadows, the duo found a quiet corner, away from prying eyes.

"Do you think they know?" Pearl murmured, uncertainty hanging in her voice.

Gem wrapped her arms around Pearl's waist, pulling her close. "Does it matter if they do? What we have is special, Pearl, and it's ours."

Pearl smiled, that mischievous spark igniting anew. "Then let's not hide from it. If they find out, they find out—but imagine the fun we could have!"

With that, they kissed once more, both brimming with playful defiance. As the ambiance of the festival faded behind them, so too did their worry of being discovered. They re-emerged into the night—partners in both mischief and love, a dynamic duo ready to take on Hermitcraft, hand in hand, demonstrating that sometimes, the most precious secrets are the ones that deserve to be shared.

good gosh and Lord why is this chapter so cute!!! I love this book so much but if you could be ever so kind as to you know uhm click the star button? I know you see it its just there in the corner. but if you don't want to or don't like this book that's ok

lots of platonic love hazy mind :)

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