𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ; 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 | (being rewritten, on hold)

𝓣𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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HARPER felt like she was being sucked into a vacuum, pulled apart, and put back together over and over again. Saying it was unpleasant was an understatement.

Her body was numb when she landed on the hard, pine brown floor. She was thankful that she couldn't feel the pain of going through the portal. Slowly, she opened her eyes weakly, looking around the room, taking in her surroundings. The first things she saw were wooden shelves filled with a variety of bottles and trinkets lining the wall in front of her. The lights hung from the ceiling, a dim yellow. Dust caked the floor, making it hard for Harper to not sneeze.

She had almost completely forgotten about Charlie, until he came flying from the glowing portal, landing by Harper. He groaned, quick to complain about the pain.

Charlie turned his head slightly toward her, "So Harper, are you happy about this? Great idea by the way," he said, sardonically.

She scoffed. "You didn't have to come if you were going to be such a whiny baby. You're here now, there's no going back." Harper attempted to pick herself up, failing. She finally sighed, giving up.

Charlie's eyes widened in realization. "Wait, where's your watch?" he asked.

Harper narrowed her eyes at him before it dawned on her. The watch. In her haste to enter the portal, she had completely forgotten about her watch. It had brought them both here, and without it, they couldn't get back.

Well, goddammit.

Charlie deciphered the look on her face easily. "You forgot it, didn't you."

"How would you know that?"

"Harper. Now's not the time to play dumb, while we're stuck in another dimension."

She sighed in frustration, "Okay, okay, just let me figure this one out. We can get out of here. I know we can." Harper was having a hard time believing it herself. We can. We can. We can.

Her thoughts came flooding in like a raging river in her mind, one after another. What if we can't leave. What if we don't make it. What if. What if. What if.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

"Harper?"

"I'm fine." she huffed.

"You're hyperventilating." Charlie corrected. His brow furrowed in concern as he moved towards her.

Harper, now having enough energy to move, slowly stood from the ground, moving away from Charlie. She didn't want attention, now or ever.

"We have to get going. Or find help — somehow." she waved him away.

Charlie gazed at her for a lingering second, before he slightly nodded in agreement. They had to get help — soon.

"What's your impulsive plan this time?" he asked, struggling to stand on his wobbly legs. They felt like jello to him.

Harper frowned, clenching her jaw. "I'm not impulsive."

"I've known you for almost forever, and we both know that's not true."

"I know myself more than you," she stated, candidly.

"It was your impulsiveness that brought us here—" Charlie was cut off by a voice from the now opened door.

He was handsome, naturally, with dark brown locks for hair, and startling green eyes. His pale skin was a stark contrast to his outfit, which had dark blues and blacks, fit for royal blood. In short, he looked really good. At least to Charlie, who was staring. Harper held back a smirk.