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((So I have no idea WHAT I wrote so I'll just continue on what I know.))

Y/N POV

Me and Max were rushing through the woods, the forest floor crunching under our shoes.
Max slowed down to take a breath and I slowed with him.
"It's my first week here and I'm already kidnapped?"
Max rolled his eyes playfully, "Thats what happens when you hang out with us."
A shuffle stopped our chatting and someone leaped out of the trees.
"Took you long enough."
Rocky stood in front of us with branches stuck in her purple hair. She took out the gunk and motioned towards the lake. "I just saw Nikki and a feminine looking Neil flying with a hawk so I got us a boat back to camp."
She started walking without us way too casually and left us with confused faces.
Max grabbed my hand and rushed to Rocky. We held hands until we reached the boat. The boat was just an oversized crate but the paddles looked fine. We got in and Rocky rowed rather quietly.
"You know,"Max started, " I think I might like tree huggers. "

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