still lost
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Twenty two
Christine reached home and laid on her bed. What did that prophecy mean. She had a feeling it was referring to her. She smiled as she remembered the kiss she and Gareth shared. She licked her lips. At long last they kissed.
She turned on her bed. Something was wrong somewhere. The prophecy kept hunting her. She closed her eyes and breathed in. She slept.
Carolyn shifted a little when she became umcomfortable in the position but she still didn't open her eyes. She turned her head to get more comfortable but no matter how she tried she kept on becoming more uncomfortable. She winced when she hit her head on the tree they rested on, that made her eyes flutter open. It was bright. She gasped. Oh God this was another day. It was morning already. She looked at Arthur who was also by her side and resting his head on the tree and she realized she had slept on he's shoulder before. She smiled when she remembered the night. Arthur wasn't as bad as he looked.
Arthur stared in his sleep and he opened he's eyes only to find pale blue ones staring at him. He got startled jumping up in the process.
"How the hell did we get here. Please don't tell me I slept Here. f**k. My mom would be so worried".
"We need to get out of here".
Carolyn snickered. "So not even a good morning Carolyn". She said. She was already regretting the fact that she thought Arthur wasn't as bad as she thought. He was worse.
Carolyn scoffed and stood up heading the way they had came from but Arthur's words stopped her.
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