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IT WAS the morning after the kegger, the morning after the fight

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IT WAS the morning after the kegger, the morning after the fight. Camilla got little to no sleep, repeating the moment where JJ lifted the gun in the air and fired the shots without any warning.

She was one of the only people to see him holding the gun. most of the people there had their backs turned on the situation, drunk, running away from the noise. She was a witness to what had happened.

Cami felt disgusted at Topper for doing what he did, for nearly killing John B. She felt the need to let the group of pogues that were affected by his awful actions that she was on their side. So, after slipping on a white tube top and denim shorts over her black bikini, Camilla walked to her large kitchen and opened up the freezer.

"Surely we have frozen peas," she mumbled to herself, placing a hand on her hip as her eyes roamed the shelves of the freezer. Amongst bags of frozen fruit, she spotted a bright green bag. Happily, she took it out, and opened the fridge.

"Sorry mom," Cami whispered once again, before pulling a carton of beers out and tucking them under her arm.

she was going to make amends with the pogues, with Kiara, one beer at a time.














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The Chateau was a run down home in the cut, and it was very obvious that there were no responsible adults living there. Camilla walked two miles to get there, which doesn't seem like a lot, but definitely feels like it when you have a ten pack of beers and a bag of frozen peas to carry.

She tried knocking at the front door for a few minutes, but to her surprise nobody was home. She debated leaving the beer and peas on the front doorstep, but her thoughts were cut off when she heard talking from the. back of the house.

Intrigued, Cami picked up her apology gifts, if that's what you want to call them, and walked to the back of the worn down premises. Her long brown hair was getting in her face from the wind coming from the ocean, causing her to grow slightly annoyed.

"There's something valuable down there and you know it!" Camilla heard a voice shout from the small shack, which had come into view since she walked around the corner. She spotted the group of friends, all of them standing under the shelter except for the blond one, JJ, as she recalled-who just so happened to punch the buoy as she walked up to them.

"I hope i'm not intruding on anything important," She made herself known, placing the carton of beer on the ground with a sigh of relief. the pogues went silent, in shock that she had just, showed up.

"And before you tell me to fuck off, these are a peace offering, an apology, from me, if you will." Camilla continued, lifting the sunglasses off of her face, onto the top of her head. She looked back and forth between everyone, who were still in silence, but her eyes landed on Kiara specifically. She was shaking her head with a slight grin on her face.

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