017. parent-trapped
⋆⁺。˚⋆˙‧₊☽ parent-trapped ☾₊‧˙⋆˚。⁺⋆
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【 SEASON 1 EPISODE 6 PART 2 】
Clara sat perched in her treehouse at the Chateau, the soft rustling of leaves around her providing a quiet backdrop to the scrawl of her pen against the pages of her notebook. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor beneath her, creating a sense of serenity she had grown fond of. She had always found solace in the quiet, in the solitude of her hideaway, but today there was a slight shift in the air. Something-someone-was approaching.
The sound of footsteps below reached her ears, faint at first, then louder. Clara paused, her pen stilling as her gaze drifted upward. Her heart fluttered when she spotted Sarah, her face framed by the branches as she stepped into view.
"Well, well," Clara said, a teasing smile pulling at her lips. "What's the rush, Sarah?"
Sarah grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she climbed up the ladder with practiced ease. "You know I can't stay away from you for long," she teased, her voice light and playful.
Clara closed her notebook, setting it aside as Sarah reached the top of the ladder and stepped into the treehouse. They locked eyes for a moment, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Clara felt that familiar flutter in her chest, a mix of affection and excitement. Sarah was always able to make her heart race with just a look, just a smile.
Sarah leaned in, her lips brushing Clara's cheek softly before she pulled back slightly, her breath warm against Clara's skin. "What were you writing?" she asked, her tone low, a hint of curiosity mixed with something else-something that felt electric.
"Just some thoughts," Clara answered, her voice soft. "Nothing important."
Sarah's gaze lingered on her, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "I don't believe that for a second," she murmured, her hand finding Clara's, her fingers threading through hers. "You always have the most interesting things in that little head of yours."
Clara chuckled softly, squeezing Sarah's hand. "Maybe I'll let you read it sometime."
The air between them seemed to thicken, the playful banter giving way to a quieter, more intimate energy. Sarah's eyes flickered to Clara's lips, her smile softening, and Clara felt her own heart rate increase. There was something so natural about the way they moved together, as if the distance between them had never really existed.
Without a word, Sarah leaned in again, this time her lips meeting Clara's in a gentle kiss. It was sweet at first, slow, as if they were savoring the moment. Clara's fingers brushed against Sarah's cheek, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss as the world around them seemed to fade away. They melted into each other, the kiss growing more heated, more desperate, as if neither of them could get close enough.
Just as the kiss was about to intensify, a loud voice broke the moment.
"Hey, what's going on up there?" came John B's voice, followed by JJ's enthusiastic call, "Yo, you two need some privacy or what?"
Clara's eyes shot open in surprise, her heart racing as she pulled away from Sarah. Sarah groaned, her hands running through her hair in frustration. "Seriously? Again?" she muttered under her breath.
Clara giggled softly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "I swear, every time," she said, shaking her head as she stood up, brushing off the feeling of being interrupted. She could never stay mad at her friends for long, even if they did seem to have impeccable timing.
John B and JJ appeared at the base of the treehouse ladder, looking up with wide grins plastered on their faces, clearly aware of what they had just walked in on. Pope, trailing behind them, had a more serious expression on his face, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Okay, okay, no more making out in the treehouse," John B joked, though there was a hint of teasing in his tone. "We need your help, ladies."
Sarah rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Seriously, every time," she repeated, her lips curling into a smile despite her annoyance. "What's up, guys?"
Pope stepped forward, clearly agitated. "Something's wrong with my dad's boat," he said, his tone more urgent than usual. "It's been acting up, and we need your expertise."
Clara raised an eyebrow, glancing at Sarah before turning back to the guys. "What happened to the boat?"
"Yeah, it's like it's running on fumes," JJ added, looking up at them expectantly. "And we don't know the first thing about fixing it."
Clara and Sarah exchanged a glance, both of them understanding the unspoken message: they were the only ones with the mechanical know-how to get it back in working order. Sarah shrugged and grinned, her flirtation from moments before completely forgotten in favor of a new task.
"Alright," Clara said, her voice light but determined, "let's go check it out. You know we're the experts here."
Sarah chuckled and reached for Clara's hand again. "Guess our kissing session will have to wait," she teased.
Clara grinned back at her, squeezing her hand lightly. "Maybe next time," she whispered, before they both descended from the treehouse to join the others, ready to tackle whatever challenge lay ahead-this time, as a team.
Clara and Sarah stepped onto Pope's dad's boat with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. The boat creaked slightly under their weight as they walked across the deck, and Clara's eyes scanned their surroundings, suspicious of the whole situation. The boys had practically begged them to check out the engine, but something about the way they were acting made her feel like they had an ulterior motive.
"You sure this is a good idea?" Clara asked, her voice filled with uncertainty as she glanced back at Sarah. The wind tugged at her hair, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Sarah, always the confident one, flashed a mischievous grin. "It's fine," she said, though her tone was laced with playful challenge. "I'm sure whatever they've messed up, we can fix it."
Clara raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in her eyes. "You always say that, and yet somehow, something always goes wrong."
Sarah laughed, the sound light and carefree, but Clara could sense that glint of mischief in her eyes that made her heart race. "It won't this time," she said, voice softening, a hint of warmth creeping into the air between them.
As Clara stepped inside the small, cramped cabin, Sarah followed closely behind, and as soon as the door slammed shut behind them, Clara's heart sank. The lock clicked with a finality that made her freeze.
"What the hell?" Clara said, her voice full of disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" She turned to Sarah, eyes wide, realizing too late that they had been trapped.
Before they could react further, a voice boomed from the deck, cutting through the silence. "Sorry, Clare Bear!" JJ's obnoxiously cheerful tone echoed through the cabin, followed by another voice-John B's, much more serious. "And Princess!"
Clara's jaw dropped. "I swear to God, JJ! When I get out of here, I'm going to kill you!" she shouted, her fists pounding against the door in frustration. She could hear Sarah growling beside her, equally agitated.
"Clara, relax," Sarah said, her voice laced with irritation, though there was an undercurrent of amusement. She stepped forward, pressing her hand against the door as if willing it to open. "They're doing this again."
Clara huffed, leaning her back against the wall. "They parent-trapped us! I knew something was off. They always have these dumb little schemes-"
Before she could finish her sentence, another shout came from outside, this time from JJ, who clearly thought it was hilarious. "You'll thank us later, Clare Bear!" His voice was lighthearted, as if they hadn't just locked them in a tiny, stuffy cabin.
"Clara, seriously, calm down," Sarah said, trying to keep the mood light, but Clara was already seeing red. She banged on the door again.
"No! This is so not okay! John B, let us out!"
Sarah sighed deeply, leaning her head against the door. "This is so typical," she muttered, her voice tinged with amusement despite her frustration. "They always do this."
Outside, John B's voice rang out again, now tinged with that familiar protective edge. "This is for your own good! We'll be back with Kie!"
Clara's eyes rolled so far back it hurt. She shot Sarah a frustrated look, hands on her hips. "I can't believe this... They're literally parent-trapping us."
Sarah gave her a knowing look, and then a sigh escaped her lips. "Well, we have some time before they get back with Kiara, I guess..." She crossed her arms, her voice shifting to something a little softer, a little more teasing.
Clara looked at her sideways, her brow raising. "You're seriously not suggesting we just sit here and wait, are you?"
Sarah smirked, stepping a little closer, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Maybe... if we make the most of the time we've been given."
Before Clara could even process the words, Sarah closed the distance between them. Her lips brushed against Clara's, tentative at first, a soft, teasing kiss that seemed to melt away all of the frustration that had been building. Clara's breath caught in her throat as she kissed Sarah back, her lips molding against hers with more urgency.
The kiss deepened, both of them losing themselves in the slow, lingering moment. Clara's hands found Sarah's waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of Sarah's body press against hers. The small cabin seemed to close in on them, but Clara didn't care. Her mind was a blur of sensations-Sarah's soft lips, the pressure of her hands, the warm scent of her skin.
Sarah's hands tangled in Clara's hair, pulling her closer still. There was something electric between them, a tension that had been building for a while, and now, in the confined space of the cabin, it was impossible to ignore. Clara's heart raced as the kiss grew more intense, her fingers trailing down Sarah's back as if she couldn't get enough.
Clara rested her head gently in Sarah's lap, a rare moment of calm after the chaos of being locked inside the small, cramped cabin. Sarah's fingers were absentmindedly threading through Clara's hair, her fingers working through the tangles as Clara closed her eyes, finally letting herself relax. The gentle sway of the boat rocked beneath them, the sun casting a warm, golden light over everything. For a few moments, there was peace-just the two of them in this secluded world, everything else forgotten.
But the calm didn't last long. A loud, abrupt knock on the door broke the silence, followed by a voice muffled but unmistakable. "John B, let me out!" Sarah's voice, sharp with frustration, echoed in the small space. Clara immediately sat up, her heart jumping into her throat. She joined Sarah at the door, banging her fist against the wood as well. "JJ! Let us out!" she yelled, her voice dripping with annoyance.
Moments later, the door swung open with a creak, revealing Kiara standing in the doorway. Her expression was one of confusion, her brows furrowed as she looked between Sarah and Clara. "What the hell?" Kiara muttered, clearly not understanding what was going on.
Sarah's frustration flared instantly. She was about to snap when Clara stepped forward, her calm demeanor working to soothe the tension. "What do you mean, 'what the hell'? The boys locked us in here!" Sarah practically spat, taking a step forward. Clara followed her, but before she could step out of the cabin, Kiara grabbed her arm, holding her back. "Was this your idea?" Kiara's voice was laced with suspicion, her eyes hard.
Clara froze, her breath catching in her chest. The tension between her and Kiara had been thick since Kiara discovered that Clara and Sarah were dating. The air was still charged with awkwardness, and Clara didn't know how to respond. After a moment, she let out a breath, her shoulders tense, and met Kiara's gaze. "No, it wasn't," she said flatly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the underlying frustration.
Kiara didn't seem convinced, and she turned sharply, storming toward the edge of the boat. Sarah followed her, shouting at the boys who were now on a smaller, faster boat a little ways off. "Are you serious?!" Sarah yelled, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Are you joking?" Kiara joined in, looking at the boys with utter exasperation.
Clara, arms crossed, stood to the side, watching with a slight smirk. She knew this could be a good opportunity for Sarah and Kiara to finally talk things through, to fix the rift between them. Despite the ongoing tension, Clara hoped that, somehow, this would be the spark that would allow them to mend their friendship. Her gaze shifted between Sarah and Kiara, and she hoped beyond hope that things could go back to how they once were.
"Get your asses back here!" Kiara screamed, her voice echoing through the air. The boys, however, just laughed, seemingly unbothered.
"We can't! Not till you three figure it out!" John B's voice called back, just loud enough for them to hear. Sarah's face twisted in irritation. "I will kill every single one of you!" Kiara yelled, her fists clenched at her sides.
The boys seemed unfazed, even when Sarah started yelling again. "Y- You can't just leave!" she shouted, her voice laced with frustration. "Yeah! What about food?!" Clara chimed in, adding a hint of sarcasm to her tone.
From the boat, Pope's voice floated back. "There's food in the cabin, and JJ rolled a blunt," he said with a casual thumbs-up.
"Hydroponic!" JJ added, his voice high and chipper as though everything was perfectly normal.
"This is ridiculous," Sarah muttered, her frustration boiling over. Clara just watched as Sarah's face softened, and without another word, Sarah began to peel off her crop top and jeans, revealing a simple bikini underneath. Kiara followed suit, her movements a little more reluctant but still quick as she revealed her own swimsuit.
Clara sighed, deciding she'd had enough of the drama for the time being. She plopped down on the boat deck, crossing her arms. "You guys," she muttered, her tone exasperated. She felt the familiar pressure of stress building again. Despite everything, she knew this was going to get messier before it got better.
Kiara rolled her eyes. "I'd rather drown than stay here with Sarah," she muttered.
"Fine, be my guest," Sarah retorted, her voice sharp. "Maybe you'll finally shut the hell up."
Clara groaned, letting her eyes fall shut for a moment as the drama spiraled. But then, Sarah pulled her to her feet, tugging on her hand. "Clare, come on, let's go, please," Sarah pleaded, the frustration in her voice now replaced with desperation.
Clara sighed deeply, rolling her eyes. She shot one last glance at Kiara, who was watching them with a frown, before deciding to just go with it. With a huff, Clara pulled off her oversized T-shirt, revealing a bright, patterned swimsuit underneath. She turned to Sarah with a small smile. "Fine, let's go," she said, though her voice was tinged with reluctance.
They both climbed up to the edge of the boat, and Sarah, a grin now plastered on her face, tugged Clara's hand as they both jumped off into the water with a splash.
"Good luck with the oyster beds!" Sarah called back to Kiara.
"Godspeed!" Pope yelled from the distance.
As Clara and Sarah swam away, Clara called out over her shoulder, "Wait! John B, you asshole!" Her voice carried, but the boys were already speeding away on the smaller boat, leaving the girls behind.
"They're not coming back for us!" Kiara yelled from the boat.
"Love you guys! Bye!" JJ yelled in the distance, clearly having the time of his life.
Clara stopped swimming momentarily, watching Sarah kick her legs, trying to catch up to the boys. But then Sarah let out a loud, panicked squeal, and Clara's heart skipped a beat. "Shit- Shit!" Sarah cried, her voice high with panic.
Clara immediately swam over to her, her face etched with concern. "Sar? What's wrong?" Clara called out, her voice trembling with worry.
Sarah looked pale, her face tight with pain. "I got stung by a jellyfish! Shit!" Sarah exclaimed, clutching her stomach. Clara's eyes widened with horror, her heart pounding in her chest as she grabbed Sarah's arm and began pulling her toward the boat.
Once they were back on the boat, Kiara helped pull them up, but Clara's attention was fixed on Sarah. Her stomach churned as she saw the large, painful sting on Sarah's stomach. Sarah had collapsed onto the deck, her body rigid with pain, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Clara knelt beside her, gently brushing her hair out of her face.
"Shit," Sarah groaned, her voice shaky. Clara placed a gentle hand on Sarah's arm, her heart aching for her.
Kiara, standing off to the side, didn't seem too concerned. "Well, you swam right into a man-o'-war," she said with a mock-sympathetic tone. "Don't know what you thought would happen."
Sarah and Clara both glared at her, clearly not appreciating her lack of empathy.
"Thanks for the help," Clara muttered sarcastically.
Sarah just laid back, trying to relax but grimacing with pain. "Shit. Ow!" she groaned, her hand still pressed against her stomach. Clara leaned in, kissing the side of Sarah's head gently. "Does it hurt?" Clara whispered softly, her eyes filled with worry.
Sarah, still trying to catch her breath, looked between Clara and Kiara. "Hey, Kiara, Clare... You know what they say..." she trailed off, her lips curving into a teasing smile.
Kiara immediately shot her a glare. "No," she said quickly, her voice firm.
"...about curing jellyfish stings? You have to pee on me," Sarah continued, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Clara rolled her eyes, her expression one of exasperation. "Yeah, Sar. That's a myth. Got stung once and I tried that. Didn't work," she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
Kiara raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I have a better idea," she said, her tone flat.
Clara furrowed her brow, clearly unsure of what Kiara was about to suggest. "What's that?" she asked, though she had a sinking feeling that it wouldn't be any better than anything else that had happened today.
Under the soft, silvery glow of the moon, the three girls sat on the boat, a faint breeze carrying the salty tang of the ocean along with the earthy scent of the blunt Sarah and Kiara had been smoking. The air was cool, but the atmosphere was warm with the quiet tension that always lingered between Sarah, Kiara, and Clara. Sarah sat with her back against the boat's side, her legs stretched out before her, a dreamy look in her eyes, and a soft giggle escaping her lips.
Clara, sitting beside her, watched Sarah with a bemused smile. Her hands rested in her lap, her fingers tapping lightly against the wood of the boat. She wasn't one for smoking, preferring to stay clear of substances, but she enjoyed Sarah's company all the same. Sarah, clearly feeling the effects of the smoke, was lost in her thoughts, her eyes wide and her expression slightly dazed. Her fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair, twisting it around her finger as she spoke.
"Wow," Sarah said, her voice dreamy and far-off. "Hey, guess what? Would you rather..." She trailed off for a moment, her gaze unfocused as if she were searching for the right words. "Would you rather have nipples for eyes or eyes for nipples?" She paused, as though considering the absurdity of her own question. "Imagine-imagine getting old and your boobs sag. If your nipples were your eyes, you'd be able to see if your shoes were untied!"
Clara's laughter bubbled up uncontrollably at the sheer ridiculousness of it. She leaned over, planting a quick kiss on Sarah's cheek, unable to resist the pull of affection she felt for her. "You're cute," Clara whispered, her voice soft, a smile tugging at her lips as she pulled back.
Sarah's eyes lit up at the compliment, her lips curling into a goofy, endearing grin. "You think I'm cute?" she asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and sweetness. She shifted closer to Clara, her hand brushing against Clara's. "I think you're cute, too," she said, her voice low and warm as she gazed into Clara's eyes.
Clara's heart fluttered at the sincerity in Sarah's gaze. "You're so high right now," Clara teased with a playful nudge, a twinkle in her eye.
"Is this your first time smoking or something?" Kiara's voice suddenly cut through the moment, sharp and annoyed. Her arms were crossed, and she was looking directly at Sarah with a disapproving glare.
Sarah, caught off guard, pouted and flicked her eyes downward, a little defensive. "No..." she muttered, trying to hold onto the playful mood, though the shift in Kiara's tone made it hard to ignore.
Kiara's eyes narrowed, unconvinced. "Seriously? You're acting like you've never done this before," she snapped, her frustration evident in the way she spoke.
Clara's lips pressed into a thin line, sensing the tension mounting between her two friends. She squeezed Sarah's hand gently, trying to diffuse the situation. "Hey, Kiara," Clara said softly, her voice calm as she looked at Kiara, hoping to prevent things from escalating further.
But Kiara wasn't having it. "Enough with the 'Hey, Kiara!' bullshit!" she shot back, her tone harsh. She was clearly irritated, the edge in her voice unmissable.
Clara's brows furrowed as she leaned forward, her hand still resting in Sarah's. "Kie..." she said, her voice more firm now, warning her to back off.
Kiara exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Why'd you do it?" she asked Sarah, her voice quieter now, though still tinged with hurt. "Why'd you just... disappear?"
Sarah bit her lip, looking down at her lap, unsure how to respond. The weight of Kiara's words was heavy, and Clara could feel the shift in the air-this wasn't just about the smoke or the lighthearted banter anymore. It was about the space Sarah had put between herself and the people she cared about, and the distance she had created, not just from Kiara, but from everyone.
"I- I don't know," Sarah said softly, her voice barely a whisper. She lifted her gaze slowly, meeting Kiara's eyes before glancing at Clara. "When people get close to me, I feel trapped," she confessed, her voice wavering slightly. "And then I bail... and I blame them for it."
Clara's heart softened as she watched Sarah open up like this, revealing her vulnerability. She reached up, gently resting her head on Sarah's shoulder, offering silent comfort. Sarah's words hung in the air, and Kiara fell silent, unsure of how to respond. The crickets in the distance filled the void of the moment, and Clara could feel the tension between them as Kiara processed what Sarah had said.
"I'm really sorry," Sarah whispered after a long pause, her voice thick with emotion. "I missed you." She turned to Kiara, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I missed both of you."
Clara squeezed Sarah's hand tighter, silently urging her to keep going, to keep pushing through the discomfort. Kiara looked at Sarah for a long moment, her expression unreadable, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest.
"Do you think we could ever be okay again?" Sarah asked quietly, her voice hesitant. She met Kiara's eyes, waiting for a response.
Kiara's gaze softened slightly, but Clara could still sense the wall that remained between them. "Honestly... I don't know," Kiara replied, her voice uncertain, her shoulders dropping slightly in defeat.
The silence stretched out between them, thick and heavy. Clara looked at Sarah, her heart aching for her, for the weight she carried, but also for the uncertainty between her and Kiara. It wasn't easy to rebuild trust, and sometimes, words weren't enough.
Clara reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from Sarah's face, her touch gentle and reassuring. "We'll figure it out," she whispered, though she wasn't sure if she was saying it more for herself or for Sarah. The moment was bittersweet, knowing that while they had made some progress, there was still a long way to go.
Sarah leaned into Clara, closing her eyes for a moment, the warmth of her presence grounding her in the uncertainty of the situation. Kiara, though still distant, seemed to relax just a little, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes.
It wasn't perfect. They weren't all there yet. But maybe, just maybe, they could get there. Together.
Clara was curled up peacefully in Sarah's arms, her head resting gently on Sarah's chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of Sarah's breath lulling Clara into a deep, serene sleep. The soft light of the moon filtered through the window, casting a pale glow over the room as the sound of distant waves gently rocked the boat. Sarah lay still, feeling Clara's warmth against her, her fingers lightly tracing Clara's arm in a slow, soothing motion.
Beside them, Kiara lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, her eyes still wide open, though her body was relaxed. She glanced at the two of them, Sarah's protective hold on Clara and Clara's peaceful expression, a soft sigh escaping Kiara's lips. She knew how much Clara meant to Sarah and how much Sarah had struggled with her feelings over the past few weeks. Kiara could tell there was something real there, something deep between the two girls, and she didn't want to see it fall apart.
After a moment, Kiara quietly spoke up, her voice low enough not to disturb Clara's sleep but firm in its sincerity. "Hey, Sarah," she said, her tone almost cautious.
Sarah, who had been lost in the quiet of the night, turned her head slightly toward Kiara, her eyes softening as she realized Kiara was speaking to her. "Hey, Kiara," she replied, her voice still calm, though it carried a subtle hint of exhaustion from the long day.
Kiara took a deep breath, her eyes flickering toward Clara's sleeping face, then back to Sarah. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice thick with the weight of her words. "Promise me that you won't bail on Clara," she said, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying a sense of urgency. "She's not just... some girl. This is your first relationship with a girl. And I... I don't want Clara heartbroken. She really loves you."
Sarah's heart tightened at Kiara's words. She felt a warmth spread through her chest at the mention of Clara, and without thinking, she kissed the top of Clara's head, her lips lingering for just a moment longer. It was a simple gesture, but it was a gesture that carried everything she was feeling-her commitment, her affection, and her promise to be there for Clara. She didn't want to let her down. She never wanted to.
"I won't," Sarah said softly, her voice steady, but there was a sincerity in her words that couldn't be missed. She turned her head to Kiara, her expression serious. "I won't bail on her, Kiara. I promise."
But Kiara wasn't satisfied with just the words. She needed to hear the promise, needed to know that Sarah meant it with all of her heart. She met Sarah's eyes, her gaze unwavering, as if trying to gauge the truth of her commitment. "Promise me," she said again, her tone almost pleading.
"I promise," Sarah replied, her voice stronger now, resolute. She leaned in, brushing a stray lock of hair from Clara's face, her fingers gentle on Clara's skin. "I promise, Kiara. I won't hurt her."
Kiara studied her for a moment longer, her expression softening as she finally let out a breath of relief. She nodded, accepting the promise, even if it was spoken in the quiet of the night between two friends. She trusted Sarah. She had to.
After a few seconds of silence, Kiara turned over onto her back and sighed, her mind still turning over the conversation they'd just had. She felt the weight of it, the responsibility she had to protect both of her friends, even if it meant putting herself in an uncomfortable position. But in that moment, as she looked at Sarah and Clara, she knew that she couldn't let anything tear them apart. They were meant to be together, and it was Sarah's responsibility now to honor that.
As Sarah lay back down beside Clara, she wrapped her arms around Clara's sleeping form again, pulling her a little closer. She buried her face in Clara's hair, letting the familiar scent of her soothe her own racing thoughts. Kiara's words echoed in her mind, and she knew she couldn't afford to mess this up. Clara deserved the best. And Sarah was determined to give her just that.
The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting its golden rays over the smooth, undulating water, which sparkled like a million tiny diamonds. The air smelled fresh and salty, and the occasional breeze tousled Kie's hair as she stood at the edge of the boat, her eyes scanning the horizon. There was an electric sense of anticipation, the calm before the storm. Beside her, Sarah leaned against the railing, arms crossed, and Clara was perched casually on the edge, swinging her legs back and forth. The tension was palpable, but in that moment, it was all playful.
As they waited, the gentle hum of a boat engine reached their ears. Soon enough, the outline of the boys' boat became visible, slowly coming into view. John B, JJ, and Pope sat confidently, their boat cutting through the water, drawing closer to the girls' position.
"Uh-oh! You forget your keys or something?" John B called out as their boat pulled up alongside the girls'. His voice was dripping with sarcasm, and his grin was so wide it seemed to stretch across his face. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes, as though he was ready for a showdown.
"You need a tow?" Pope chimed in with a grin, his tone equally teasing as he looked over the side of the boat. His eyes sparkled with playful energy, ready for whatever came next.
Kie shot Sarah and Clara a quick look, her eyebrow arched in silent communication. "Don't give them the satisfaction of thinking this worked," she warned, her voice firm, but tinged with amusement. She didn't want to feed into the boys' antics.
Clara couldn't hold back a quiet giggle, clearly entertained by their attempts to get under their skin. Sarah, on the other hand, let out a small laugh but shook her head resolutely. "Absolutely not," she agreed, her tone resolute, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice too. They weren't about to let the boys have this one.
As their boat neared, the boys' laughter filled the air. John B didn't miss a beat, leaning over the edge of the boat and giving them a wide grin. "You gotta admit, it was funny," he said, eyes gleaming with the thrill of their playful taunting.
Kie shot him a mock stern look. "John B," she said sharply, a playful warning in her tone.
John B raised both hands in mock surrender. "Uh, what's that?" he asked, feigning innocence but failing to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Clara leaned in with a sly grin, eyeing John B like she was sizing him up. "Mastermind, huh, bro?" she teased, her voice light but with an edge of amusement.
John B puffed his chest out slightly, clearly proud of his antics. "I'm always plannin'," he replied, his smirk widening.
Kie rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a small smile despite herself. "Some patriarchal bullshit," she muttered, rolling her eyes again, though there was a clear affection behind the sarcasm.
Sarah snorted quietly but immediately cut in. "Yeah, that sucked," she said, her voice dripping with mock sincerity.
Clara grinned, rolling her eyes. "You still love us though, right?" she asked sarcastically, her voice oozing with playful defiance.
JJ's eyes widened in feigned surprise, like he was expecting a serious answer. "Of course not," Clara shot back immediately, her words dripping with sarcasm and her lips curling into a sly grin.
Kie laughed lightly as she stepped over to the side of the boat, reaching down to grab the rope and tie it securely to the side. The sound of the rope tightening and the subtle creak of the boat against the water filled the air.
"Hey, you still hate me?" John B called out from behind her, his voice lighthearted but tinged with curiosity.
Sarah turned to face him, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of something in her eyes. "A little," she admitted, her voice soft and teasing, though the tone was playful, not serious.
Clara crossed her arms, leaning against the edge of the boat as she shot John B a sideways glance. "Us girls are gonna get you back when you least expect it," she said, her voice laced with a challenge, the spark of mischief evident in her eyes.
"Watch your back, boys," Kie added with a grin, stepping back onto the boat, her voice low but with a definite hint of danger. The teasing edge in her words was laced with a promise, and she knew that the boys wouldn't forget it.
"I for one welcome that challenge," Pope declared with a sudden flourish, his chest puffing out as he straightened up. His grin was wide, as though he was already anticipating whatever the girls had up their sleeves.
"Me too," JJ added, matching Pope's energy. His voice was filled with the same mischievous enthusiasm, and his hands mimicked a fighting stance as if preparing for battle.
Kie raised an eyebrow at Sarah and Clara, a silent question hanging in the air. "So, did you guys, you know..." She trailed off, her voice playful but slightly teasing. She knew they had some kind of tension between them and the boys, and she was curious to know what had happened.
"Reconcile our differences?" Kie asked, her smile widening as she added the rhetorical question.
Sarah and Clara exchanged a glance, and their expressions hardened into mock seriousness. "Not even close," Sarah said flatly, but there was a twinkle of humor in her eyes.
Clara nodded with mock solemnity. "But we're willing to work together," she added with a smile, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kie looked at Sarah and Clara for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. "You know what? That's victory," John B said, his voice full of self-assuredness, clearly pleased with the minor progress they had made.
Pope suddenly shouted out, "Wiggey-wiggedy-wiggedy!" His hands slapped against JJ's, as if they were celebrating some small victory, the tension between the groups slightly easing.
Sarah winked at Kie and Clara as a silent signal of camaraderie, sharing a quick smile that conveyed mutual understanding.
"Know why? Hydroponic," JJ suddenly added, his voice full of mischief as he glanced at Pope.
Pope groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Don't say that," he muttered, though it was clear he was trying not to laugh at JJ's antics.
The moment of playful back-and-forth seemed to reach its peak, but John B cleared his throat, shifting the energy back to the mission at hand. "All right, shut up. You guys ready to jack some loot?" he asked, his grin wide as he cast a glance at the girls, knowing the real fun was just about to begin.
The girls exchanged a quick, knowing look before their faces split into matching grins. Without further hesitation, they stepped onto the boat, the weight of the upcoming adventure making their hearts race with excitement. They were ready to take on whatever came next.
ASH SPEAKS!!!!
i smell a trio!!!!! more backstory on them!!!
sarah promising that is crazy cause season 3...
thats all im gonna say!
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