"'Cause
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
I know what you're doin', trying to get me to pursue you
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
Spill my guts out, spill my guts out"
[SEASON ONE-FOUR]
sarah cameron x fem!oc
cover by @h...
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【 SEASON EPISODE 4PART 2 】
Sarah and Clara walked side by side along the weathered wooden dock, the salt-tinged air breezing through their hair as they made their way toward the ferry ticket station. The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the water, but neither girl was in the mood to enjoy the view. They had one mission: get off the island. But as they approached the ticket counter, Clara's heart sank.
The ferry attendant was in the process of packing up. He was closing the blinds, sliding his cash drawer shut, and locking the counter-clear signs that the last ferry was about to leave.
"No, no, no!" Clara exclaimed, her eyes wide with panic. She immediately broke into a jog, clutching the strap of her bag as she hurried toward the station. Sarah, not wanting to be left behind, picked up her pace, struggling to keep up with Clara's determined stride.
"Hey, excuse me, sir?" Clara called out, trying to sound calm but unable to keep the urgency out of her voice. She waved her hand to catch his attention, but the man ignored her, too busy with his closing routine.
Clara's heart hammered faster. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, trying again. "Wait, wait! Are you sold out?" she asked, her voice laced with desperation.
Finally, the man turned to look at them, his face crinkling with mild annoyance. "You're not the only ones trying to get off the island," he snapped, his tone blunt as he finished locking the counter and turned to walk away without another word.
Clara stood there, frozen in disbelief, watching him walk away as if their pleas meant nothing. She let out an exasperated huff, her fists clenching in frustration, while Sarah shifted awkwardly beside her.
"Um..." Sarah trailed off, her voice uncertain as she glanced between Clara and the ferry in the distance, clearly wondering what they should do now. The last thing they needed was to be stranded here overnight.
Clara took a deep breath, looking around as her mind raced. And then, her gaze fell upon a small, rusty tugboat docked a little ways down from the ferry. An idea sparked, and she turned to Sarah with a mischievous glint in her eye.
