Historias de Paceyandjoey

Short stories from the perspective of Joey Potter

"How about this, a truce?" Drucella did like the sound of a truce as long as he didn't go behind her back like Colter did. She was weary of trusting Presley, but his vulnerability tonight had given her a glimpse into the guy she didn't know. She was tired. She wanted to be alone tonight but knew she didn't need to be alone in the coming days. "Truce." She stuck her hand out. He shook her hand with a firm grip. "See, nothing went up into flames." *UPDATED REGULARLY*

How the season 3 finale should've gone.