"I, I JUST MISS, I JUST MISS
YOUR ACCENT AND YOUR FRIENDS,
DID YOU KNOW I STILL TALK TO THEM?"
— harry styles, cherry

The florescent lights of the hospital did Avery's pounding headache no favors. Much to the Decker's distaste, despite having nothing against the Cameron girl, couldn't figure out what entitled her to go back to the hospital room with John B over the Pogues. JJ's leg bounced anxiously next to Avery, his hand resting on her thigh as he squeezed it gently from time to time, glancing over at Avery to make sure she was okay.

"How much longer is this gonna take?" Pope asked, the Heyward pacing back and forth around the waiting room as he glanced back and forth to the door that John B had been wheeled through upon his arrival at the hospital. Avery swirled the stir stick around in her fourth cup of coffee, the dark liquid now cold and intensely bitter.

"It's St. Olives, Pope, you know they're the worst about this type of shit- why is Sarah back there and not us?" Avery snapped, JJ shaking his head as he raked a hand through his hair. As if she had been summoned, Sarah Cameron walked through the doors of the hospital, Avery looking up at her hopefully.

"He's gonna be fine." Sarah breathed. "It's a concussion and a broken wrist."

"Thank God." Avery breathed, JJ exhaling heavily beside her and leaning against her.

"He's not awake yet, but that being said, they are contacting the sheriff's department because he is technically sixteen and living by himself." Sarah explained, Avery rolling her eyes.

"Of course they are." She mumbled, Sarah looking at Avery in confusion.

"How're you able to live here by yourself? Why don't they come after you?" She asked, genuine curiosity in her tone. Avery couldn't understand or fathom how this was the girl Kiara couldn't stand. She seemed like a genuine and sweet person. Avery had never known Sarah to be the type of 'stuck up, snobbish rich girl'. Sarah had always been kind to others and had a good and loving heart. Maybe it was something Kiara had done that had torn the two apart, maybe the Carrera regretted her past decision.

"Before I came here, my parents filled out the paperwork to get me legally and medically emancipated. My dad's affair pushed my mom over the edge and she figured it was best if all our... issues were settled while I was elsewhere." Avery explained. Sarah nodded sympathetically as she looked at the Decker.

"Can we see John B?" JJ asked. "I mean- we've been sitting here for... seven hours." The Maybank added bluntly, taking out his phone to look at the time. It was true, sunlight was streaming through the windows and the clock on the wall read just past seven.

"And... no offense to you, Sarah, but you've been given more information than we have and the nurses are refusing to let us go back there because you've been there." Avery added, trying to keep her tone gentle and respectful to the Cameron girl. While she did understand that she was John B's girlfriend, at the end of the day... well, they hadn't been together for much longer than that.

"No, no, I totally get it." Sarah assured. "I'll go talk to the nurses and see if they've gotten into contact with the sheriff's department while you guys head on back."

Avery nodded, smiling at Sarah as she, JJ, and Pope all started back towards the double doors, walking through the dimly lit hallways. Avery noticed a couple of the bulbs flickering in and out of brightness the further she walked down the hallway, giving the building a dingy, almost unkept look.

"Fucking hate hospitals." The Decker mumbled to herself, continuing down the hall as the beeping of monitors and the screeching wheels of hospital beds bounced around in her head like ping pong balls and made her ears ring, her headache only intensified by the increase of bright light, continued repetition of noise, and overlapping chatter of nurses and doctors as they bounded from patient to patient.

"Same, dude." JJ mumbled, his hands jammed into his pockets as he, Avery, and Pope made their way further down the hallway. The Maybank picked up on the anxiety of Avery's gaze as she looked around the hospital, one he had never seen before in Avery. The Decker, who was usually calm, collected, cool, and able to handle the pressure of any situation, seemed completely thrown for a loop by the fact she was in a hospital.

Avery pulled the door open to the room with John B's name on the chart hung up in the hall, ignoring all the numbers and diagnoses, knowing that the last time she read the chart, there was only one word on it. As she yanked the door open, her eyes fell on John B, completely out, with assorted machines strapped to him, fluid tubes stuck in his arms with dripping I.V. bags suspended in the air, a black cast on his left forearm, and his head lolled back subconsciously. The sight of him in the bed made Avery's stomach churn, the brunette almost immediately being overcome with the urge to vomit as she saw someone she cared about in the hospital once more- granted, this time in a far better condition, but still.

JJ picked up on the girl's unease, and despite the fact he wanted to check on his best friend, he also acknowledged that if John B was in any immediate or life threatening danger at the moment, he would already know about it. The blonde grabbed Avery by the wrist, pulling her away from the room as she put a hand over her mouth in an attempt to fight back the nauseous pit that had formed in her stomach.

"Come on." JJ mumbled, pulling Avery with him, but motioning for Pope to go into the room and check on John B. The Heyward did so, shutting the door behind him as JJ pulled Avery back through the double doors leading back into the waiting room.

She was now sweating, her skin hot as she did her best to get out of the hospital as fast as she could. Avery completely ignored Sarah as she rushed past her in a desperate attempt to get to the elevator, JJ mumbling a quick apology to the Cameron girl before following Avery into the elevator. He barely had a chance to make it through the doors before the brunette began frantically clicking at the button to close the doors, breathing heavily as she did.

"Avery, Ave, Ave- Avery, calm down." JJ mumbled, Avery slumping on the ground in front of the panel of buttons, leaning her back against the wall as her breath came in ragged gasps. "Breathe, you need to breathe."

Avery nodded, inhaling deeply through her nose before exhaling slowly out her mouth in an attempt to keep her breathing steady.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" JJ asked, his voice low and calm, no anger detectable in his tone as he spoke to his girlfriend in an attempt to keep her from spiraling once more.

"I... I hate hospitals..." Avery mumbled unhelpfully, as though JJ could've missed that from the fact the Decker had thrown herself into an elevator and almost cost him an arm and a leg- literally- in her attempts to get away from John B's room.

"Still feel like you're gonna puke?" JJ questioned, Avery shaking her head slowly, staring at the floor as she hugged her knees to her chest.

"No..." She muttered, JJ noticing how she began picking at the loose skin on her hands, the Maybank gently pulling her hands apart from each other and grabbing them in a gentle but firm grasp.

"Don't do that, hon." He mumbled softly. "Let's get you home, you need to sleep."

Avery nodded, letting JJ pull her to her feet as the elevator stopped, the doors opening and allowing the two teens to step out. JJ continued to hold one of Avery's hands, their fingers laced as he gently pulled the Decker towards the hospital entrance and out towards the parking lot.

"Looks like Pope brought my bike..." He stated nonchalantly, Avery following his gaze towards a parking spot where, in fact, JJ's red and blue motorcycle was parked and waiting.

Much to JJ's surprise, Avery practically yanked her hand out of his grasp and shook her head 'no' frantically.

"What? What's wrong, Ave?" JJ asked, Avery staring at his bike once more before shaking her head again.

"I'll wait for Peterkin to show up and talk to John B, or Heyward can take me home when he takes Pope." Avery told the Maybank. "I'll meet you at the house, J, it's fine."

"Avery, you've been on the bike with me before, what's going on?" JJ asked, purely confused. Just a few days prior, Avery had ridden on the back of his bike with him to go to her house from his, and she had had no issues getting on the bike.

"That was for like... thirty feet, not thirty minutes." Avery stated bluntly, walking to a nearby bench on the sidewalk lining the parking lot and sitting on it. JJ, however, knitted his eyebrows together in confusion at his girlfriend's words, thrown for a loop as to why she was suddenly so terrified of getting on his bike with him.

"Ave, talk to me, what is it?" JJ asked, kneeling on the ground in front of Avery and grabbing her hand once more. The brunette, however, avoided eye contact with JJ, staring down at the painted lines of the parking lot instead. "Avery, hey... tell me what's wrong..."

"I'm..." Avery started, never making eye contact with JJ as she did, "I'm not gonna get on a motorcycle for a long period of time."

"Why?" JJ asked, making sure to keep his voice calm and steady so Avery wouldn't think he was mad at her. "Ave, I won't go too fast, I'll follow the speed limit if it makes you feel better, I'll give you a helmet-"

"No." Avery cut him off as soon as the word 'helmet' left his mouth. "No, it's not that, it's... it's complicated."

"Then help me understand it, baby..." JJ murmured, sitting in front of Avery, giving the brunette his complete and undivided attention.

"Okay." Avery mumbled bluntly, any sign of emotion gone from her face. She was completely unreadable as she sat in front of JJ, the Maybank unable to pick up on anything that she may have been feeling. "I'll tell you..."

TWO YEARS PRIOR.

"Can you uncover my eyes?" Avery asked, the brunette boy with his hands covering her eyes shaking his head as he walked her closer and closer to a garage.

"Nope, not until we get to the surprise." He told her, Avery laughing quietly at his words.

"Isaac, I swear to God, this had better be worth it. You're making me wear jeans when it's ninety four degrees outside." She told him in a mock threatening tone, but Isaac shook his head again.

"Trust me, babe, it's worth it." He told her as the duo finally reached the garage, uncovering Avery's eyes, which immediately widened at the sight of the sleek, black motorcycle in the garage.

"You got the bike?" Avery asked excitedly, Isaac nodding happily at the girl's question.

"I got the bike!" He exclaimed happily, Avery immediately wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.

"When?" She asked, excitement and confusion both evident in her voice as she stared in awe at the motorcycle.

"Couple weeks ago, I didn't wanna tell you until I got the license." The brunette explained, Avery's hand covering her mouth as she looked at the bike her boyfriend had been talking about for months- actually, longer than that, as she had heard him telling his friends about it before they started going out. "Wanna take it for a spin?"

"Absolutely." Avery told him without hesitation, Isaac grabbing the helmet hanging from the handlebar and pushing it down onto Avery's head, readjusting the chinstrap so it would fit the Decker.

"Too tight?" He asked, Avery shaking her head as Isaac fastened a couple more clips on the helmet before pulling the visor down in front of Avery's eyes, earning a giggle from the Decker as he did so.

"Where's yours?" She asked as the two of them climbed onto the motorcycle, Isaac nodding back at her.

"You're wearing it, I've just got the one right now." He explained.

"We can wait until you get another helmet to take the bike out." Avery assured, but Isaac had already started the bike and shook his head.

"Nah, don't worry about it, I'll be fine." He assured, throwing the kickstand up as he pushed the bike out of the garage before starting it. "Keep your legs off the exhaust pipes and mufflers, put them on those little footrests. And hold on, this thing gets like, upper nineties."

Avery smiled, despite Isaac's inability to see what her facial expression showed as she set her Converse laden feet on the footrests and did her best to keep her jeans off of the mufflers and tailpipes as Isaac started the bike, the rumbling of the engine almost deafening as he revved the engine up a couple times, making Avery laugh as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. The bike lurched forward suddenly, Avery almost immediately pressing the side of her face into Isaac's back as they tore down his driveway.

"Holy shit!" The girl exclaimed happily as the bike continued to gain speed, the once familiar area of Texarkana fading into a blur of greens and the occasional shade of purple as grass and trees blended with Texas bluebells on the horizon.

The bike continued to gain speed as the couple flew down the road, Avery looking up just long enough to read the number '97' on the speedometer of the motorcycle before putting the side of her face back into Isaac's back, looking off at the blur of countryside that streaked past them.

"Having fun?" Isaac yelled over the loud rumbling of the engine that was practically deafening, Avery nodding against his back.

"Yeah, I'm having fun." Avery responded, her voice practically euphoric as the countryside faded into modern urbanization, but the bike didn't slow down at all.

"Shouldn't you slow down?" The Decker yelled to Isaac over the sound of the engine. Isaac shook his head.

"Nah, we'll be good, there's barely anyone in town right now anyways." The dark haired boy justified, Avery looking up to watch as an approaching stoplight switched from green to red. Isaac, however, didn't let off the throttle.

"Isaac, the light's red." Avery told him, her voice uneasy.

"There's no one at the intersection." Isaac reasoned, revving the bike faster, Avery watching as a three-digit number flashed on the dashboard momentarily.

"Isaac, it's a blind spot- Isaac you can't see around the corner- Isaac!" Avery screamed, but it was too late.

She had been correct, of course, the intersection was blind on the right hand side. She felt the collision as a pickup truck hit the side of Isaac's bike, followed by the screech of tires and the repeated thudding of Avery being thrown over top of the truck and hitting the bed with a rather loud bang.

This was immediately followed by the Decker being flung into the front of the back of the cab of the truck as the vehicle finally screeched to a stop. She could hear the doors of the truck flying open as she struggled to undo the chinstrap of her- Isaac's- helmet. She could hear the sounds of voices around her as the passengers of the truck attempted to help her, Avery finally getting her helmet off.

"Where is he?" She asked, sitting upright and looking out of the bed of the truck where Isaac was laying, the bike having rolled a couple times and ended up turned over in a ditch in the opposite lanes from those Isaac and Avery had ended up in. "Isaac!"

The man and woman who were in the truck were attempting to calm Avery, to get her to stay still while they helped Isaac, but she pulled herself away from them and ran over towards the dark haired boy, who was laying on his back. His arm was twisted entirely at an unnatural angle, both of his legs doing the same, one at the knee while the other was bent around the middle of his thigh.

"Oh, my God." Avery breathed, kneeling next to Isaac on the side where his arm was positioned naturally to reach over and feel the side of his neck.

There was a pulse.

"Isaac? Isaac, can you hear me?" She asked. The brunette nodded up at her weakly, his eyes glazed over.

"It's gonna be okay, Avery." He assured quietly, gently tangling his fingers with hers.

"You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be fine-" Avery told Isaac, her voice more of a whimper than an actual coherent forming of words. She turned towards the couple in the truck, the man already on the phone with someone. "I think they called an ambulance, you're gonna be okay..."

But Isaac shook his head. He looked at Avery with a look of acceptance in his eyes. "No, no I'm not." He told her. "I can't feel anything, Avery... Nothing below the neck. I'm not gonna make it."

"No, no, please don't say that..." Avery whimpered again, pushing Isaac's now bloody hair off his forehead.

"It's gonna be okay, Avery, you're gonna find someone else. For me. I don't want you to be upset because I was an idiot." Isaac mumbled to the Decker, tears running down Avery's face and falling onto Isaac's body as she sat next to him.

"I don't want someone else, you have to be okay..." She started, but her words choked on a sob before she turned back to the man and woman in the truck. "Did you guys call an ambulance? He's dying!" Avery yelled, the man nodding and yelling to Avery that he had called for help, Avery turning her attention back to Isaac.

"It's over, Avery, I'm not pulling through this one..." Isaac told her quietly.

"No." She whispered. "No, no, Isaac, please..." She whimpered, grabbing his hand with both of hers. "Please, please, please, just hang in there for a little longer, the ambulance is on its way- yes, Isaac, please..." Avery pleaded as Isaac shook his head no.

"If I do pull through I'm never gonna walk again. I'll never do anything again, I don't want that for myself, Avery. Please, you need to let me go." Isaac told the Decker, his voice calm and content with his fate, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I'll wait for you, I promise I will."

"You swear?" Avery asked, her voice weak as Isaac nodded, Avery leaning over to press a kiss to his now bloody forehead, running a hand through his hair one last time and gripping his hand tightly. "I love you, I love you so much..."

"I love you too, hon... I'll see you later, okay?" Isaac assured, Avery nodding. She watched as the boy's eyes rolled back into his head, which lolled to the side. Avery placed her fingers on his neck once more. Nothing.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Avery collapsed, laying her head on Isaac's chest. Sobs shook her body as she clung to Isaac's shirt like it was a lifeline, not bothered by the feeling of blood pouring from Isaac's leg soaking into the material of her jeans as she laid across the hot blacktop, Isaac's lifeless body in her arms like a limp doll.

Gone.

PRESENT DAY.

JJ sat there, stunned, horrified, and eaten alive with guilt as Avery's story came to a close. The Decker's eyes hadn't moved once since she started speaking, still stuck on the yellow lines painted onto the pavement of the hospital parking lot.

"I was fourteen, he was sixteen." Avery started to conclude her story. "His mom refused to let me into his funeral, claimed that me wearing Isaac's helmet during the wreck was was killed him, refused to acknowledge that he was going well over seventy miles over the speed limit- traffic cam got him doing one-oh-five when he went through the intersection just before the truck hit us."

"You were fourteen?" JJ confirmed, Avery nodding her head.

"It was... about a month and a half before my fifteenth birthday." Avery stated bluntly.

"What'd you do to cope with that?" JJ asked, absolutely stunned by the fact that this had never been brought up before- realizing now why Avery's past relationships were a part of her Texas life she chose not to fill the Pogues in on, avoiding questions about previous boyfriends and girlfriends like the plague as soon as they came up in conversation.

"Raided my parents liquor cabinet every time they were out- which is a lot when your dad's having an affair and your mom is involved in every town committee to distract everyone from the fact she only married my dad because she was a mail-order-bride." Avery said bluntly. "Isaac's friends still talk to me... even though none of mine do. Some of them would even come over in the months after the wreck. We'd all drown our feelings in a bottle of Hennessy or Jose Cuervo to distract ourselves from the fact that no matter how much we tried to kill our livers to fill the void... Isaac was still always dead at the end of the night."

JJ simply stared at Avery as she spoke, amazed by the fact that she had been through all of this when she was fourteen.

The pair sat in silence. JJ didn't want to risk saying the wrong thing and upsetting Avery, Avery didn't want to dive too deep into the parts of herself she wished she could forget- her past, the months following Isaac's death, the fact that she still called his friends every so often if she had a panic attack and was by herself.

So they did just that. JJ didn't want to try and convince Avery to get on his bike after that, he would never be able to forgive himself if he tried. He also felt bad getting on it himself now that he knew why Avery had been so reluctant to get back on to begin with, guilt starting to eat at him for wanting the Decker to get on the bike in the first place. So, they sat outside the hospital. JJ and Avery waited for Peterkin together on the sidewalk, neither of them speaking another word to each other until the cop car pulled up.

"Hey, Sue." Avery broke the silence that had been consuming her and JJ since she finished talking.

"Avery." Peterkin addressed the girl quietly. Her eyes fell on JJ's bike before trailing over to the brunette. "You need a ride, honey?"

"Yeah, that'd be great..." Avery told her, turning to JJ. "I'll see you at The Wreck, Kie said that's where we're all meeting up."

"Okay, I'll see you there." JJ said to Avery, nodding towards the sheriff standing on the other side of the Decker. "I'll drive safe." JJ assured, a small smile toying at the corners of Avery's mouth.

"I know you will."

Of course Avery had told Peterkin about Isaac.

It was a couple days after her arrival on the island, the end of June. Just after the year anniversary of his death. Avery had been aimlessly wandering the streets, a bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag clutched tightly in her hand despite her inability to walk in a straight line as she stumbled across the sidewalks. The sheriff, however, had just clocked out of her shift as Avery walked past what she didn't know at the time was the sheriff's department.

Normally, Peterkin would've looked into a minor in possession charge for Avery, but after the girl drunkenly and honestly spilled her thoughts to the older woman through the steady streams of tears coating her face, the sheriff chose to simply take the bottle from Avery and toss it, as well as take the Decker home.

"You tell him about your other boyfriend?" Peterkin asked Avery as the car stopped in front of The Wreck, Avery nodding her head slowly.

"Yeah... between the hospital and him asking me to ride home on the bike, it was just a lot." Avery explained. Peterkin nodded in understanding, giving Avery a sympathetic smile as the dark haired girl reached for the door of the car. "Thank you, Sue, I owe you one."

"You've owed me one for a year now, honey, better get to paying up." Peterkin called through the rolled down window as Avery shut the door, smiling through the window at the sheriff as she walked towards the screen door on the front of the Carrera family's restaurant.

"I'm sorry, you're staying where?" The voice of Kiara interjected as Avery stepped inside- how the hell had John B beaten her here?

"Tannyhill." The Routledge boy explained bluntly. Kiara was behind the counter, pouring drinks into large styrofoam cups for the Pogues, everyone turning as Avery walked in.

"How did you three make it here before me?" Avery questioned JJ, Pope, and John B.

"I got discharged at eight." John B explained.

"I left fifteen minutes before him." Pope added.

"Peterkin drives like an old woman." JJ justified his actions.

"So you're living with Sarah Cameron." Kiara interjected, Avery rolling her eyes.

"Don't we have bigger issues than John B living with the Camerons?" The Decker questioned, John B pointing at Avery in agreement.

"Okay, look, the only reason I'm living there is because her dad bailed me out. And it's way better than foster care, which, by the way, is where I was about to go if Ward didn't-" John B started. However, the Pogues had seen their opportunity to crack jokes, and they definitely wouldn't be passing it up.

"So, do you have a membership to all the clubs now?" Pope asked.

"I don't know, Pope." John B deadpanned, clearly unamused with his friend's antics.

"What about one of those little golf carts they drive around? Do you get one of them?" JJ continued.

"Does it come with a sweater-vest, or do you have to buy one on your own?" Pope continued.

"What about those naked mermaid statues in the backyards, the ones that shoot water out of their mouths? Do you get to design one of those as your initiation project?" Avery taunted.

"You literally have more money than all of us combined." John B told the Decker bluntly. "Your ancestors were silent backers of Standard Oil, you guys invented the naked mermaid statue."

"Look, you promised." Kiara interjected. "You said you weren't with her."

"And just like that, the mood is dead." Avery breathed, taking the cup off the table that JJ had set in front of her, taking a drink of the Dr. Pepper that was bubbling around the sides of the styrofoam.

"Bro, just own it. She got you." JJ told the Routledge.

"That's hypocrisy." Avery told the Maybank bluntly.

"Look, if you wanna hang out with her, that's fine." The Carrera girl was telling John B, Avery turning her attention back to the two of them. "But I'm letting you know I'm not doing anything with Sarah."

"Do you guys see her here?" John B asked, eyeing Avery as the girl bit her tongue to make another smart remark to Kiara. Granted, while the two of them had remained... civil over the past few months for the sake of John B's grief, Avery's patience was wearing thin with the Carerra. "No, right. Okay. A little focus would be fantastic. We've got the map, right?"

"It's all out of whack 'cause the guy was ganja'd when he drew it." JJ announced, his voice laced with distaste.

"The coast changes overtime based on storms, currents, and also just general erosion." Avery explained, glancing up at JJ from her seat next to Pope.

"So we just have to look for landmarks that haven't changed." The Heyward boy voiced, Avery nodding in agreement.

"This is where you guys come in because I'm not from here." She said, looking around the room at the Pogues as the wrapped her tongue around the straw floating around in her styrofoam cup of fizzy Dr. Pepper and taking a drink.

"What about the old forts?" John B asked, Kiara pointing to a spot on the map.

"Battery Jasper."

With that, all the Pogues immediately set out of the restaurant to get into the Twinkie, JJ's arm snaked around Avery's waist with his forearm resting on the top of her hip.

"You good?" The Maybank mumbled, Avery nodding as she climbed into the back of the Twinkie with him.

"I'm fine." She muttered back so only he could hear, Pope climbing into the back of the van with Avery and JJ while Kiara got in the passenger seat with John B.

The van drove at a faster pace than Avery thought it was capable to Battery Jasper, the Pogues all piling out of the van and standing on the edge of the cliff the old ruins sat on. JJ opted to perch himself on top of a rock, Avery sitting criss-crossed in front of it.

"We're in Battery, right here." John B stated. "So, if this is Parcel Nine, then it's somewhere northeast of here."

"Somewhere there." Kiara pointed into the distance.

"Right." Pope said pointedly.

"Over there?" JJ asked in confusion. "Guys, that's not Tannyhill, that's a subdivision." The blonde pointed out.

"Tannyhill plantation was the entire island." John B reminded his friend. "It was sold into smaller pieces overtime."

"So we're just looking for an old stone wall." Pope stated bluntly. Avery looked up at the Heyward, her brow furrowed.

"Stone wall? You said to the northeast?" She confirmed, all the Pogues exchanging glances before turning back to Avery.

"Yeah, stone wall to the northeast. Why?" John B asked hopefully.

"I went on a drunk walk a couple weeks ago and found a big ass stone wall. It's kinda over there, I think." Avery explained. John B got visibly more excited- the wall shown on the map was possibly still standing.

"What're we waiting for?" JJ asked happily, jumping off the rock and grabbing Avery's hand to pull her to her feet as the Pogues ran back to the van.

kens speaks 🪐

guess who's back

i need to stop taking long ass breaks from wattpad but i've been hella busy the last couple weeks so that's mb

however i did go to florida for the first time last week and i got to go to universal and see harry potter world! i've been a huge harry potter nerd since i was a kid so it was such a cool experience and im so glad i got to see it

also i found the original script for the obx pilot episode and sent it to mara and we both cackled over it because it was pure gold comedy

anywho onto actual book talk, the isaac plot was purely an idea i had after being up wayy too late one day but it feel like it was honestly one of my better ideas. i liked the thought of giving avery and peterkin a bond + i love intense oc trauma

anywho ill see you in chapter fourteen!! be sure to follow my tiktok @/mvybanksss_wp!!