𝟎𝟑𝟔.                        𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

never let me go ──── florence + the machine

☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

"𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖸 𝖡𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖣𝖠𝖸，𝖡"

It's been eighteen harrowing days since the disappearance of my brother and Sarah. It's been eighteen painful days since I heard my brother call me "B". It's been eighteen difficult days since I my brother hugged me.

Eighteen days.

Eighteen days since I saw my brother, but that's all changed. On the fourth of September── our birthday── my wish came true thanks to that stupid dandelion, and now my brother is standing here, pulling me into the tightest, warmest, and safest hug in the world.

We're on the boat Sarah and John B have been using since the Bahamas, and JJ has steered us away from the chaos that is Charleston while we reunite with one another. I've already hugged Sarah, as has everybody else, and now I finally get to wrap my brother into a hug after everybody else. Saving the best till last, I like to think.

I know I'm crying, that much is obvious from the way I can't even say a damn word. I'm just standing here, squeezing as tight as possible because I'm afraid that, if I let go, John B will just disappear before me, and I can't have that happen again. No, I'm going to hold on for dear life.

He's here. I can't believe it.

I didn't lose him, not like we lost Dad. He's here, and he's safe for the most part. Apart from the gunshot wound Sarah has── I'll explain later── they both seem to be fine. That's all I wanted, for them to be fine. Sure, I have about a thousand questions, but right now, all I want to do is hug my brother.

John B squeezes tightly, head falling into the crook of my shoulder as my arms wrap around his neck, holding on. I press my head into his shoulder, tears falling freely and easily because he's actually standing here before me. He's here, he's real, and he's just...

I can't even describe how I feel in this moment.

I'm just fucking grateful I blew out that stupid dandelion even if I didn't believe in it at first. I'm beyond grateful that my wish came true, and now I only wish for Kiara's wish── whatever it may be── to come true too because I fear that without her, John B wouldn't be standing here, as ridiculous as that sounds. I feel as if that dandelion and Kiara's presence just, I don't know, brought my brother to me.

Sounds crazy, I know, but I'm a little lightheaded from the fact that John B is actually standing before me, real and safe.

I pull back first, hands on his shoulders. I think I catch tears in his eyes── ha! "Hey, John B." I sniffle, wiping one hand across my eyes as I stare up at him.

"Hey, B." You have no idea how nice it feels to hear him say the nickname he gifted me as a child. Nobody but him gets to call me that.

"How old are you?" He laughs, recalling something we always used to do when we were kids as we share the same birthday obviously.

"Seventeen," he answers. "How old are you?"

I laugh, tears slipping down my cheeks. "Seventeen," I say. "Isn't that funny?" I haven't heard his laugh in eighteen days, so to hear it now is just incredible, that's the only word I can use to describe it.

I'm pulled forward into another hug by my── don't tell anyone else── favourite person in the entire world. I wrap my arms around his middle, head pressed against his chest. I won't lie, he doesn't smell great, but then again, I couldn't care less. I've missed him too damn much to care.

A sob catches in my throat, followed by a laugh as I hear John B laugh. I find our bodies moving from side to side as we laugh with one another like he didn't just disappear for eighteen days.

In a way, it feels like no time has passed as we're still the same people. He's still John B, and I'm still Brooke── Bird and Brookie as Dad used to call us. I wish he could be here, wrapped in this moment with us, but we've been brought back together for Dad, that's what I like to think anyway. I just hope he's looking out for us, smiling and laughing as we reunite.

John B pulls away from me, hands on my face as tears are brought to his eyes. "I missed you," I breathe out, tears continuing to drop.

"You have no idea, B." I'm brought into him again, both arms around my shoulders as he embraces me for a final time. "You have no idea."

I know my friends are around us, watching with tears in their own eyes, but I forget about them for a moment because this is what I wished for, and I got it. I got my brother back, and even though we haven't figured out a way to clear his name, I know we'll figure it out together.

I look over at Kiara, acknowledging her. "My wish came true," I whisper, grinning. She smiles back, happy for me.

I pull back from John B, staring up at my brother.

"Happy birthday, Routledge."

He laughs, hand squeezing my shoulder. "Happy birthday, Routledge."

Yes, this is the best birthday.

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𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖧 𝖨𝖲 𝖬𝖸 𝖲𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱－𝖨𝖭－𝖫𝖠𝖶 （𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖫𝖤𝖦𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖸，𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱）

We── the girls── separated from the boys to talk and eat watermelon because, you know, that's what us girls do. When we arrived at the Chateau after an exhausting boat journey, we found that we were absolutely starving, so now we're eating watermelon, and while it's not the most filling food, it does the trick for now.

"Okay, so you really got married?"

"It wasn't exactly legal, but..." A smile breaks out across Sarah's face, showing just how happy she is about their sort of insane decision to get freaking married. "Yeah."

I laugh, ridiculously happy. "We're sisters."

She points a finger towards me. "Technically, we are."

"I'm gonna steal all your good clothes." I grew up wearing boy's clothes because it was cheaper for Dad for me and John B just to share clothing, but once I got older, I ended up taking clothes from Kiara, so I guess I always wished John B was a girl so I could've had girly, pink clothes. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but I think it would've been fun to have a sister.

"You already stole my dress."

"I gave that back," I argue.

"Yeah, dirty."

"Well, tell your ex not to push my brother off the watchtower," I bite back, pushing a piece of watermelon into my mouth.

"Hey, if she steals your clothes, it'll stop her stealing from me," Kiara speaks up, smacking my hand away as she reaches for another piece of watermelon. Rude.

I snap my head to Kiara, attempting to act offended. "It's not my fault you offer these clothes to me." I'd like to say that I won this disagreement. I shake my head. "Anyway, welcome to the family, Sarah Cameron── very happy to have you on board."

"Very happy to be on board," she replies, her smile never faltering, not even after the horrible eighteen days she's had. I mean, she's been through so much but she can still smile like nothing is wrong, it's crazy.

I've missed her so much, more than I originally realised. Before she and John B left, Sarah and I weren't incredibly close or anything, but now I do believe that we have something of a strong bond── a sisterly bond, if you like. I'm so glad she pulled through after being shot because I honestly can't imagine her having her in our crew. Born a Kook, made into a Pogue.

Oh, going back to the "after being shot" comment. Basically, she was shot in the gut by her own bastard brother. I tell you, when I get my hands on Rafe Cameron, he's dead. John B believed she was going to die but she pulled through at the very last minute, and I think that the death scare is part of the reason they chose to get married, but I'm secretly over the moon that they made that leap to get married on a boat even if it isn't technically legal.

"Now am I crazy, or is there definitely something going on between you and Pope?" Sarah asks, and from the way she asks the question, she's been waiting forever to say something. I'm glad she asked because I have about a thousand questions to ask Kiara, including the big one of, what was your dandelion wish?

Anyway, back to the topic of her and Pope.

She shrugs casually. "Maybe."

"That's not a no," Sarah replies, head tilting.

"It's not a no."

"Girl," Sarah laughs, head shaking as she diverts her questioning to me. "And what about you and JJ?" She whispers his name like he's actually going to hear us from the boat.

I scoff. "What are you talking about?"

"Is he finally your splinter bean?" I stare at her, head shaking with an amused grin on my face, appreciating the reference from the first day we, well, became friends, I guess. Kiara looks utterly confused as her eyes flick between us, waiting for my response, but I don't offer one. "You're not saying anything."

"I don't have anything to say."

"You always have something to say," Kiara utters, earning another scoff from me.

"Well, if he isn't your splinter bean yet, do you still like him?" Sarah asks, making me silently wish that I hadn't chosen to confide in her of all people about my feelings towards JJ.

"I don't..." I sigh loudly. "...dislike him." I said those exact words when in her bedroom before Midsummers.

"So cryptic." Sarah shakes her head. "You know he likes you, Brooke. A lot. Everybody can see it." I hope nobody can see it, especially John B because he'd absolutely flip if he knew how his sister and best friend acted towards one another while he was running for his life.

"Do you really like him?" Kiara asks, her voice timid as she stares down at the watermelon, not meeting my eyes.

I peer over my shoulder, looking to the boys that sit on the boat, talking and laughing with one another. My eyes catch onto JJ's for a split second, and even from afar, I can see the different shades of blue in his eyes. Brown meets blue, clashing together beautifully, especially in the light of the sun.

A smile brightens his already bright face, and I exhale a heavy breath as he looks away and back to John B. Sarah chuckles, pushing a piece of watermelon into her mouth. "Yeah, she does." Her voice is teasing, and while she laughs, Kiara stays silent, looking over at me as I roll my eyes.

I lowkey hate it here.

We head back to the boys with three gorgeous, fully grown watermelons in hand. They immediately stop talking when they see us, and my eyes seem to go straight to JJ who is already gazing up at me. I'm just always pulled towards him that even my eyes just have a mind of their own. "Hi. What y'all talking about?"

"Uh..." John B clears his throat. "...fishing." That might be the worst lying I've ever seen in my life.

"Dropping lures. That's that, you know?"

"Hmm. Sounds believable."

I step down onto the boat, handing the watermelon off to JJ who takes it gracefully. "We got breakfast," I say, moving on from the fact that they were obviously talking about us.

We eat like savages with me sitting alongside JJ, Kiara sitting alongside Pope, and Sarah sitting alongside John B. Watermelon isn't filling, no, but it's nice to have some sort of taste in our mouths even though we split a chocolate bar this morning between the four of us. Sarah and John B don't know that though, do they?

Once we've eaten our fair share of watermelons, we move to the Chateau. I walk next to John B, leading him to the home we've always adored. "Hey, it's good to see her old bones."

"Welcome home, John B." I wrap my arm around his, tugging him forward. "She's missed you."

"Is she clean?"

I hum softly, head shaking. "Not really, no."

He sighs. "You were always the clean one, B."

I place a hand over my heart, frowning. "Well, I was grieving." He huffs out a laugh.

"You know, I gotta be honest." We all look to Kiara who doesn't look so happy anymore. "Not exactly looking forward to a check-in at home." I can't say I'm surprised that Kiara isn't too keen to return home, not when her parents have plans to send her off to some ridiculous boarding school. "My parents probably arranged my funeral."

"I predict unpleasantries at the Heyward household after I left the truck in Charleston." Wasn't a smart move, but in our defence, that piece-of-shit truck stared to break down again and we were being chased.

"No one knows we're here, right?" We avert our gazes to JJ who looks like he's got some plan in mind. "And you two aren't gonna get into any more trouble for showing up twelve hours later. Am I right, or am I right?"

He's got those mischief of his.

"You're not wrong."

"So that means we have twelve hours to do whatever we want." A laugh bubbles out of me, liking that idea a lot. "Huh? A little Pogue fellowship. How does that sound?"

"Let the shit hit the fan tomorrow."

"Yeah!" I cheer, pumping one fist in the air.

"The cops could be looking for us. It could be really stupid," Sarah says, looking at each of us with genuine concern in her eyes. She's not wrong, the cops may be looking for us, but why let that stop us from having fun?

JJ steps over to Sarah. "Sarah Cameron, you've heard of my philosophy, right?"

She looks confused as she shakes her head. "No."

She may not know it, but we all know JJ Maybank's philosophy off by heart, and we recite it for Sarah.

Say it with me, people.

"Stupid things have good outcomes all the time."

JJ claps his hands together, cheering. "Who's with me? Let's get some beer!"

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𝖨 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖠𝖬𝖠𝖹𝖨𝖭𝖦．𝖨 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖵𝖤．

To celebrate both mine and John B's birthday and the return of him and Sarah, we're doing something we do best as Pogues── smoking beers and drinking weed as JJ has said. We're gathered in the hot tub, laughing and talking and catching up with one another, sharing all our troubles over the past eighteen days.

I learn all about Sarah and John B's time in the Bahamas, about how they nearly had the gold only to lose it because Sarah was shot by her brother. I learn about a friend they made while there── Cleo, I think her name was. She seems really cool based off the way John B and Sarah talk about her. Basically, apart from the gunshot and constant running away as they were fugitives in the Bahamas too, they had a good time.

We tell them about Ward and how he killed Gavin. I tell them how I crawled through a sewage tunnel just to find this gun before nearly drowning. They appreciate my efforts even if it seems we've gotten nowhere with that lead thanks to Shoupe. We talk about the trouble we ran into while in Charleston which ultimately brought us right to Sarah and John B.

We've spent the better part of the night hosting silly competitions with one another. JJ and I had an arm wrestle which he won because, well, let's be honest, compared to him, I'm not exactly strong. I did beat Pope though── sorry! I then had a battle with John B over who could finish a beer faster. He was once so uptight about letting me drink any alcohol, and now we're battling over who can finish a can first. I won that too.

I haven't stopped smiling.

I especially don't stop smiling when Pope begins to rap── poorly, but his attempts are applauded. "I never made good grades in school," he begins, nodding his head to the beat he's created. "When I get out, I act like a fool. They say I come in the party and cause a commotion. I'm smooth." We clap, waiting for his final note. "Yeah, call me lotion."

Laughter bubbles out of each of us, loud and bellowing. I don't see music in Pope's future, but I do applaud the effort he put into that rap.

"Just like the good Lord intended." JJ lifts himself into the hot tub, body slumping alongside mine. His arm brushes mine, a cigarette tucked in between his fingers. He leans back, and because I'm only human, my eyes wander, but not for long as I hear somebody clear their throat behind me.

I peer over my shoulder, finding Sarah to be grinning at me. Have I mentioned that I'm just so happy she's back? "You okay, Sarah?"

"Oh, yeah." She nods, sipping her drink. "Your face is a little red, Brooke. Are you okay?"

"Girl──"

"She's right." I avert my gaze back to JJ, finding that his face is much closer than I realised. His eyes don't meet mine, instead moving over my face to examine the redness in my cheeks. "You alright, Sunshine?" I can hear the teasing in his voice because he knows why my face is red, he just wants to hear me say it. Bastard.

"I hate you both."

Before I have the chance to escape, Pope's head drops, falling into the space between mine and JJ's shoulders. His arms lift, resting on our shoulders as he moves his head from side to side to the beat of the music blaring from Kiara's phone. "Ah!"

I have no idea why he's here, but I'm not going to push him away. In fact, I appreciate Pope interrupting this time as I was very close to just blurting out the reason why I was obviously blushing. Pope often interprets anything JJ and I do, and usually I end up annoyed, but this time I'm not so bothered. Thanks, Pope!

Minutes later, Pope and JJ find themselves locked in another kind of battle── one I don't fully understand, but I'm rooting for Pope. They stand in front of each other, arms down at their sides until JJ lifts one hand, knocking Pope's shoulder in the hopes of pushing him over, but Pope regains composure and pulls himself up.

Pope and JJ left the hot tub and stood in front of one another, arms down their sides. Pope threw a hand to JJ's shoulder. JJ did the same thing to Pope, he fell back slowly before pulling himself back up.

I watch, completely fascinated as they continue to knock one another until they give up, instead choosing to tackle one another. "Ah! Good, good!" JJ is wrestling with Pope, laughing. "Get the leg!"

I stare at them, head shaking. "Who won?"

Sarah shrugs, coming to sit alongside me so she can get a better look. "Neither of them."

Pope knocks JJ down to the ground with a single-leg sweep, or whatever, and then he declares victory as he sits down on JJ, bringing a laugh out of us. Pope then pulls himself up, dragging JJ up with him.

"When did you start wrestling?"

"I dunno." Pope grabs his beer can, lifting it up in victory. He steps over to me, knocking his can against mine. "Hey. Happy birthday, Brooke."

"Thank you, Pope."

That single "happy birthday" from Pope erupts the terrible sing-song of my best friends who begin to sing loudly and off key at me and my brother who sit uncomfortably and awkwardly, laughing at each of them as they butcher the song as they attempt to fit both our names into the song. Nobody is singing the same line, so it's a very messy attempt at the song, but we appreciate the sentiment.

We appreciate the sentiment more when Kiara lifts half a watermelon with two twigs sticking out of it. The twigs are lit with a flame that was casted from JJ's lighter, and if we don't blow them out now, it'll burn the watermelon.

John B and I step up to the watermelon, and while it's no cake, it's still edible, right?

"I would've preferred a cake," I joke, shoulders shrugging.

"Oh, just blow!"

"That's what she said." I smack my hand against JJ's arm, knowing full well that he would've been the one to make a comment like that.

I look to John B, and he looks back. We hit our hands together, doing the famous Pogue handshake before we turn back to our reconstructed birthday cake── a watermelon. We lean down, blowing out the flame of the reconstructed candles── the twigs.

The second the flame disappears, our friends cheer and wish us a final happy birthday. John B's arm falls over my shoulders as we watch Kiara pull the twigs out of our ca── watermelon. "Happy birthday, B."

"Happy birthday, John B."

I still stand by the "this is the best birthday" comment because, despite the troubles that face us tomorrow and the lack of cake or decorations, it's the most Pogue birthday in the world, and that's all I want at the end of the day.

A little later in the night, after a few more beers and laughs and silly games, Pope and Kiara decide to leave, and there's nothing subtle about the way they leave together on the boat. I have some inkling to what they're going to go and do── okay, woah, I don't know that── but something doesn't sit right with me, and I really can't shake it off no matter how hard I try.

I don't trust that Kiara's intention towards Pope is the same as Pope's intention towards Kiara. I love them both, yes, but I really don't want to see one hurt because of the other, and I fear that Kiara will hurt Pope who obviously likes Kiara a lot. I mean, he even said he loves her, but I don't think Kiara feels the same way. To her, it seems like it's a hookup, I guess. I don't know.

It brings me back to the conversation we had before we kissed. She said she wouldn't mind the real, mind-blowing love, but I don't think she's going to have that with Pope. I think, sadly, she'll only have the careless, meaningless hookup with Pope, and that just isn't fair on him, not when he feels so strongly towards her.

No, whatever Kiara wants is what she wished for with that dandelion. I really need to find out what that damn wish was. I didn't have the chance to ask her tonight as she seemed a little distant from me, I don't know why.

"I leave, and this is what happens." John B steps over to the hot tub, head shaking.

"Are you blaming us?" I attempt to act offended, but it truly isn't my fault that something sparked (or didn't spark) between Pope and Kiara.

"Just a little bit."

"You guys are the ones that died, okay?" JJ holds his hands up defensively. "That was..."

"Literally one job, guys."

I snap my head to Sarah. "Okay!"

"No Pogue-on-Pogue macking!" That rule is just stupid, and everyone in the crew that isn't related, obviously, has macked on each other in one form or another. I mean, look at Sarah and John B, they're now married. Before Sarah, John B kissed Kiara. Now Pope and Kiara are, well, you know. Kiara and I have also kissed too. Finally, JJ and I have kissed but nobody knows about that one.

John B laughs, slapping a hand on my shoulder as he steps past. "Hey, I'm just glad it's not you two." I choke on my drink, surprised by that comment. I lift my eyes, meeting JJ's eyes as he attempts to hide his shit-eating grin behind his hand.

I scoff, avoiding eye contact with Sarah who is laughing into her hand. "Yeah, as if."

"Hey." JJ kicks his leg into mine under the water of the hot tub. I shake my head at him, looking away to see John B walking towards the tree we carved his name.

See, if John B ever found out what JJ and I did while he was running for his life, he'd kill JJ and then he'd kill me. He'd actually be a real murderer, how cute.

"You two are so going to get caught," Sarah speaks up, laughing out loud now.

"Nothing is going on, Sarah."

"Yeah, right." That comes from JJ's mouth not Sarah's as she's too busy laughing to herself.

I hate it here.

JJ moves away to talk with John B who is standing in front of the tree, staring at his name. I wonder what he's thinking right now, but I stay seated in the hot tub, sitting alongside Sarah who I've missed a lot.

She nudges her arm against mine. "You like him."

"I don't dis──"

"Don't say that again," she interjects. "You like him, Brooke. You like him a lot." I stare at John B and JJ who talk, clapping their hands against each other's. A weight lifts from my chest as I look to them, feeling this great sense of relaxation.

I don't like him. I'm in love with him, but nobody, not even him, knows that.

I shift my gaze back to Sarah. "Yeah, I do."

Her eyes soften, her lips upturning into the sweetest smile. "I knew it." Yes, she did. She's one of the only people that really knows about my feelings towards JJ as I first confided in her when we went to Midsummers together. "Why don't you just tell him, Brooke? He likes you. I can see that he does."

I shake my head, entirely in denial. Yes, he can kiss me, and that's great, but his mind and heart could say another thing── a thing that I'm not ready to hear just yet.

"I-I don't know. I just──"

"Hey." We look to John B and JJ who are rushing forward. "Shush. Get out."

"What?"

JJ reaches me, hand on my arm, tugging at me to move. John B goes to put the fire out while Sarah and I force ourselves out of the warmth of the hot tub.

"What's going on?" I ask, keeping my voice low.

"Up the tree." John B pushes me and Sarah forward, insisting that we move without telling us what's going on. "Up the tree. Go."

I don't hesitate or argue, I just follow through by climbing up the familiar tree JJ and I always sit upon whenever there's a storm. I'm up on our familiar branch, followed by Sarah who moves to sit on the branch on the opposite side. John B is next, pushing himself up and onto the branch that Sarah sits upon. I tug on JJ's hand, pulling him onto our branch before he slips.

I have no idea why we're here, hiding in our own home, but before I can question what's going on, my eyes catch onto Rafe Cameron. My mouth gapes, surprised to see him of all people, but I refrain from screaming or throwing something at him as I'm ninety percent sure he's holding a gun.

His friend, Barry── the drug dealer we attacked and stole from── is also with him, moving into our home to see if they can find us.

JJ is sitting behind me, and I feel his hand on my hip as he leans forward, breath tickling my ear as he watches Rafe look around hopelessly for us. My heart hammers in my chest, but I don't believe it's pounding because of Rafe Cameron being here. No, I fear my heart is jittering because of the boy holding onto me tightly.

God, I need psychological help.

I hear the smash and hit of furniture in my home, and if I had my own weapon, I'd force myself off this tree so I can kick their asses. Barry then steps out of the house, running on fumes.

"Yo!" Rafe yells, looking to Barry. "Anything?"

"No, ain't got shit in there, bro."

"No? Nothing?"

"No, nothing, Rafe."

"They were obviously just here based off of the smoke, man." Rafe looks to the fire that John B had literally just put out seconds before climbing up here.

"Yeah, yeah. Great observation, Boy Scout."

"They gotta be around here somewhere." Rafe continues to look, peering around while we attempt to hide behind the safety of the tree. My head presses into the wood, eyes closing like not seeing him would stop Rafe from finding us.

Rafe turns towards the tree that has an engraving of John B's name. "P4L," Barry reads, laughter erupting between the two boys which I find pathetic. Nothing is that funny, is it?

I shuffle, pushing away from the tree to lean back, completely forgetting that JJ is right behind me, holding onto me protectively. His hand stays in its place, burning into the flesh of my hip. I keep looking down, watching Rafe and Barry as they laugh and chortle about something that so isn't funny. A weight lifts from my chest, likely due to the comfort that is JJ bringing to me through a simple touch of his hand.

"So your sister's a Pogue for life, huh, Rafe? Now who would've thought?"

Suddenly, Rafe is yelling, cursing out his sister who sits close to us. "Shit!" I flinch, caught off guard by the yell he lets out, but I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less from Rafe.

"All right, chill."

Rafe raises his gun, pulling the trigger to shoot the carving of the heart── the cute art project we worked on after John B "died". Rafe continues to fire bullets, spinning himself around on the spot while he shoots repeatedly. One bullet pierces into the branch JJ and I are on while another comes whizzing past our heads, landing on the branch behind us.

Rafe continued to shoot bullets. "Hey! Whoa!" Barry pushes him back. "Hey, chill, bro! Rafe!" He snatched the gun away from him which I'm relieved about. "Chill your shit! You're gonna get our asses busted, dawg! Let's bounce." Barry begins to move away quickly. "Let's go!"

We don't leave the safety of the trees until we hear them speeding off and away from us.

"Fucking psycho," I utter.

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❀ soph speaks

so i think i will be writing season4 as i have a pretty good idea on what i want to do,, but first i gotta rewrite this season and season three wo!

hope you enjoyed this chapter :)

what do y'all thank kiara's dandelion wish was?