Oᴘᴇɴ;;
{ She gave him a raised eyebrow, taking another drink. }
”If this ends with a game of truth or dare; do realize that we’re going to do something that we’ll regret. And you’ll be the one holding my hair tomorrow during my hangover.”
{ A pout of her lips formed, nodding. }
”I’ve been thinking about it, you know? The good old days. When it was literally just you and me against the world, which was high school back then.”
[He shook his head minutely.]
❝I wont do anything I regret. Simple. I won’t regret it.❞
[He nodded, running his fingers through his hair.]
❝We’re still in high school, that’s the thing. We're kids and it’s still us against the world, just more literal now. We shouldn’t have to deal with this type of shit, we should be worrying about grades and dates to the dance, and the stupid brainless things that other teenagers think about, not how we’re going to stay alive. We shouldn’t have to worry about fighting werewolves and kanimas and everything that we could possibly face and this fucking darach. I don’t see why this has to be on us. I don’t understand..❞
[He threw the glass in his hand at a nearby tree in anger.]
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