~'I prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery' - Unknown
Waking up after a night of indulgence was one of the worst feelings ache came first—a dull, pounding sensation that echoed in her skull, each throb a cruel reminder of decisions she wished she could blur out entirely. Kassi stirred slowly, her body reluctant to face the morning. She squeezed her eyes tighter in a failed attempt to block out the painful reality of her hangover. Her entire body protested as she shifted, from the bottom of her feet to the tender pain around her wrist.
A bitter taste lingered in her mouth as she took a deep breath in, the air feeling heavy in her lungs. She exhaled shakily, bracing herself as she let her eyelids flutter open. The world was blinding and unkind, the sunlight streaming through the massive windows behind her. It illuminated everything too clearly: the golden dust particles drifting lazily in the air, the scuffed surface of a coffee table littered with empty cans and half-smoked joints, and the cluttered, mismatched furniture.
Her stomach tightened as a wave of realization swept over her. She had no idea where she was.
She clenched the fabric of the blanket she had beneath her fingers, willing herself to piece together the fragments of last night, but her mind was an uncooperative haze.
There had been music—loud, thumping, and relentless—and faces she only vaguely recognized. Rafe had been there. She glanced down, her breath catching as she took in the dark bruise staining her skin, the memory of his fingers biting into her wrist making her stomach churn.
Breaking her from her thoughts, footsteps suddenly echoed down the hallway, sharp and purposeful. Kassi froze, her pulse spiking as she instinctively curled into herself, pressing further into the couch cushions. She buried her face into the rough fabric and tucked her shoulder up to her cheek, willing herself to disappear.
The footsteps stopped. Whoever it was now stood at the foot of the couch, their presence heavy and unmoving. Kassi held her breath, her muscles locked in place, bracing for the unknown. Her mind spun with possibilities—each one more unsettling than the last.
"Are you guys serious?!" a female voice exclaimed, her words barely hushed in a failed attempt to remain quiet. Her tone was sharp and agitated, and Kassi recognized the distinct voice immediately—Kiara Carrera. She had gone to the same school as her a couple years back, and she had been friends with Sarah, although she could distinctly remember their being a falling out.
A sinking dread pooled in her chest, knowing that Kiara would know exactly who she was.
"Don't look at me, she was here when I woke up", another voice mumbled, this time male, and also distinctly familiar.
John B. Routledge. She knew him—not well, but enough. He was always doing work on the Cameron's boat, or odd jobs at her mothers remembered sneaking him snacks and lemonade on blistering summer days when no one else seemed to care. Their conversations were always light and playful, punctuated with laughter that felt like a breath of fresh air. In those fleeting moments, she'd always thought he was charming, cute even, with his infectious laughter and carefree smile.
"JJ, dude, you brought a Kook here last night?" came the incredulous voice of Pope Heyward, yet another member of the infamous crew of Pogue castaways .
"That's not just any Kook, she's like their queen or something" Kiara barked, her tone rising an octave in disbelief. "Do you realize who that is? That's Kassandra Grey, Rafe Cameron's girlfriend! Are you trying to get yourself killed!"
Kassi recoiled at the sound of her name intertwined with Rafe's and spoken so venomously. She grimaced slightly, the desperate desire to vanish into thin air building with every word of judgement.
"No, obviously I didn't recognize her!" JJ defended himself, frustration evident in his tone and Kassi felt a knot form in her stomach.
The sound of his voice triggered a flood of memories, overwhelming and relentless, crashing into her like a tidal wave. Fragmented images flickered in her mind— like pages turning in a picture book. The beach, hanging off the edge of the pier, JJ's intense, bright blue eyes and strong arms when he hoisted her up, the warmth of his back as he carried her here.
She grimaced as nausea clawed at her insides. She would be forever grateful that she didn't have to witness the expression she could only imagine was plastered across JJ's face as her identity was revealed.
He'd figured out which side of the island she belonged too last night right away, but realizing that she was at the top of the social hierarchy—right beside Rafe—was probably a revelation that would ignite a whole new level of disdain for her. She would no longer be just some stray he saved, she would beKassandra Grey-the princess of the kooks.
"Guys, easy. It's not like he slept with her... you didn't sleep with her, right? "John B's voice broke through the tension, a curious lilt mixed with playful teasing.
Kassi's heart skipped a beat, and her stomach dropped at the question. But before she could process the embarrassment simmering beneath her skin, a sudden crash shattered the uneasy calm. The sound of cans clattering to the floor echoed through the room, followed by the scrape of something—or someone—being shoved against the counter.
"No, I didn't sleep with her. As if," JJ snapped, his tone laced with anger. "I found her last night, drunk off her ass, down on the old dock, so I brought her here. What would you have preferred me do?"
His words struck her like a physical blow, each syllable dripping with exasperation. She didn't have to look at him to feel the resentment radiating off his voice, the unspoken accusation that she'd somehow made his life more complicated by simply existing.
A groan escaped her lips before she could stop it, low and filled with regret. It vibrated in her chest, a mix of humiliation and the sharp sting of reality settling in.
"Guys, she's waking up," Pope said, his voice quieter and more curious then anything else.
The room fell deathly silent, the air thick enough to suffocate. Kassi could feel their eyes on her, the unrelenting pressure of their attention pressing down on her like a lead blanket.
She swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her ears. She didn't have the strength to keep pretending she was asleep. The moment she dreaded had arrived—time to face the music.
Anxiety at an all-time high, she took a deep breath and opened her , she shifted to sit up, pressing her back into the corner of the sofa as if it could shield her from the weight of their stares. When her gaze finally lifted, it collided with four distinct expressions staring back at her.
John B's eyes gleamed with amusement, his lips tugging into a smirk he wasn't even attempting to hide. While Kiara's looked sharp with distrust. Pope's expression wavered somewhere between concern and curiosity, his brow furrowed in a way that almost seemed sympathetic. And then there was JJ—his blue eyes locked on her with a stormy blend of frustration and conflict, as if he were wrestling with thoughts on the situation.
"Mornin'," Kassi mumbled, her voice low and scratchy, the syllables like gravel tumbling from her throat.
The moment she spoke, she could feel their gazes wash over her from head to toe, and she suddenly felt a naked vulnerability blanket her. She didn't have to see herself to know she looked every bit the disaster she felt. Her hair hung wild and tangled, strands of her bangs sticking to her damp forehead. The thin white dress she'd worn last night—now wrinkled and clinging to her like a second skin—felt uncomfortably revealing. The hem had ridden high on her thighs, leaving her painfully aware of the mud smudged on her legs and feet.
"Mornin sleeping beauty, long time no see," John B quipped, shattering the silence with his teasing drawl. His casual tone didn't mask the curious look he gave her, but Kassi only offered a shy, embarrassed smile in response, unable to form more words.
"Okay, you three, get out!" Kiara suddenly ordered, her voice sharp with irritation.
Kassi blinked, startled by the sudden shift.
Kiara's narrowed eyes swept over the boys with quiet authority, her posture rigid, as she noticed the boys' lingering stares that were way too obvious, and way too suggestive.
"What? Why?" John B protested, lifting his arms in mock surrender. "We were just—"
"Just what? Staring?" Kiara shot back, her voice sharp as a whip, interrupting him mid-sentence.
John B winced, shifting uncomfortably, while Pope rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish expression. JJ's jaw clenched, his frustration barely concealed as he stepped back. But not before glancing at Kassi one last time—an unreadable look flickering in his eyes.
With a reluctant sigh, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed for the door, his movements tense and deliberate. John B and Pope followed closely behind, their footsteps heavy on the porch before fading into the yard.
The door clicked shut, leaving the room steeped in a heavy silence. Kassi's shoulders sagged slightly in relief, though the tension between her and Kiara remained.
"Thanks," Kassi muttered, her voice soft, almost apologetic as she tugged nervously at the hem of her dress, trying to regain some semblance of modesty. "I—I don't want to cause any problems for you guys. JJ did actually rescue me last night and I had nowhere to go, so he offered me the couch, that's all."
Her words tumbled out in a rush, a mix of sincerity and defensiveness, as if she needed to justify her presence. The edge in Kiara's expression began to soften with a flicker of understanding, along with slight embarrassment as she realized the blonde had likely listened to their entire conversation.
For a moment, Kiara said nothing, her expression thoughtful. She didn't have anything personal against Kassi—despite her earlier hostility. If anything, she'd always been surprised by the girl's quiet kindness, something rare in their old school—what she and the others mockingly called 'Kook Academy'.
If her memory was correct, Kiara had met the girl back when she had been friends with Sarah Cameron. She remembered often seeing her in the company of Rafe Cameron, Sarah's older brother and King of the douche-bags.
Though Kiara hadn't paid much attention to the gossip, there was one memory that stood out about the blonde. A disappearing act that she was quite known for, famous for actually. Vanishing for 8 months to attend a 'Boarding School' after a troubling incident in the school bathroom involving a bottle of pills.
"Sorry if I came across as hostile," Kiara said finally, her voice softer, the sharp edge melting away. A small, almost hesitant smile touched her lips as she continued. "Trust issues. Comes with the territory."
Kassi paused, her nerves beginning to loosen under the weight of Kiara's softened tone. Slowly, she returned the smile, faint but genuine. "Guess I can't really blame you for that." But then, with a teasing edge to her voice, she added. "Aren't we technically from the same side though?"
Kiara smirked, leaning back as she crossed her arms. "Are we?" she teased, her tone light but her meaning playful, a flicker of mischief sparking in her gaze.
The tension hanging thick between them cracked, and before either of them could stop it, soft laughter spilled into the room. It was light, unforced—a moment of connection that felt surprisingly easy.
Kassi shifted, pushing herself up from the couch, her legs stiff and unsteady like she was relearning how to move. She smoothed down the front of her dress, but the action did little to restore her dignity. The fabric was crinkled beyond repair, and she grimaced inwardly at the sight. What she wouldn't give for fresh clothes, maybe a hairbrush, or even a shower. But the thought of going home made her stomach turn.
She wasn't quite ready to return to her life just yet and the only place of refugee she could think of was her brothers.
Great, she thought bitterly. Not only had she gotten drunk and crashed at their place, she was about to ask them a favour....
From outside, John B's voice carried across the yard with obnoxious ease, breaking through her self-reproach. "Kie, we're bored!" he hollered, his tone half-teasing, half-demanding.
The sound drew an exaggerated eye-roll from Kiara, who turned to Kassi with a long-suffering sigh. "I'm sorry about them," she muttered, gesturing toward the boys outside. "They were all raised in barns."
Kassi's lips twitched into a faint smile. "It's fine," she replied softly. "I could actually use some fresh air."
As she stepped outside, the sunlight greeted her with an almost blinding intensity. Raising her hand to shield her eyes, she squinted at the landscape before her. Her gaze drifted across the tranquil scenery of the still water that bordered the yard. A large tree stood tall, its gnarled branches stretching out wide, casting playful shadows on the ground below. Beneath it, a small chicken coop nestled snugly, its occupant clucking softly as it pecked at the ground.
The sight stole her breath for a moment.
This was the kind of beauty she rarely noticed on her side of the island. Everything there felt too manufactured, too carefully curated to impress. This place, with its chipped paint and mismatched furniture, was raw and unpolished, but it felt... alive.
As the door to the porch closed shut with a loud creak, JJ's attention shifted away from the others, instantly snapping to the damsel in distress herself. She was standing at the foot of the deck, her silhouette catching the low, golden light, and he felt his pulse flutter despite himself.
He felt like an idiot for not recognizing who she was last night, especially sense he had thought there'd been something familiar about her. But he had no idea that she would turn out to be one of what they called—The Kook Royalty.
This kind of girl belonged to a world entirely separate from his own. A world of privilege, of polished smiles and designer clothes, where money and status could change everything. And to top it off, she was was dating Rafe Cameron of all people, the living, breathing embodiment of everything he fact alone was like a punch to the gut.
Last night, when he'd found her leaning over the edge of the dock railing, her being a kook hadn't really 'd just been a girl. A drunk, broken girl swaying too close to the edge for comfort. He'd wanted to know why, wanted to know what had brought her to that point. His curiosity was like a itch just beneath the skin. But now?
Now she had a name, a reputation. She didn't belong on this side of the island, not around them. Not around him.
JJ tried to shove the intrusive thoughts aside, but his irritation only bubbled higher as she walked toward them, looking every bit the Kook she was.
She even sounded like one, JJ thought dryly as she spoke.
"I appreciate the accommodations," Kassi said nervously, her voice a little shaky as she twisted a lock of hair awkwardly around her finger. "But, I don't suppose you'd want to bring me into town so that I can change my clothes."
She flashed a small, uncertain smile at John B as she stopped in front of him. Almost a full head shorter, she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze.
"I, for one, don't mind how you look" John B quipped, feigning innocence, as his tone turned playful. He scratched the back of his head, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
Kiara shot him a sharp look, rolling her eyes dramatically before punching him in the shoulder with more force than the moment required. "Seriously?" she muttered, shaking her head.
"Smooth bro" Pope chimed in, smirking as he patted John B. on the back as if to say time out and it was his turn to go a round.
But before the banter could go any further, JJ's voice cut through, laced with irritation.
"Sure you wanna be seen with the likes of us out on your side of the Island, princess?"
The playful energy vanished in an instant. All eyes turning to look his way.
Kassi's light green eyes once again met his bright blues, locking in on each other for the first time since the dock, something she had been actively trying to avoid.
The look on his face was exactly what she had expected—he didn't trust her, didn't want her here—It was no secret that among the Pogues, JJ Maybank's hatred for the wealthy elite ran the deepest.
"Don't mind him," Pope interjected, his voice light but pointed, clearly trying to diffuse the tension. "He's grumpy in the morning, apparently." He shot JJ an incredulous look as if to say, Seriously, man? What's your problem?
John B, ever the peacekeeper, ignored his best friend's attitude completely. "Where'd you have in mind?" he asked, rummaging through his pockets in search of his keys. His casual tone made it clear he was far more interested in moving the plan forward than indulging JJ's attitude.
"You guys know Hastings Bike Shop?" Kassi asked, her voice cautious, as she smiled faintly.
John B's old VW van rolled to a stop in a large driveway, the sound of gravel crunching beneath the tires echoing into the the engine hummed to a halt, the doors slid open with a creak and a bang, and the Pogues, along with their unexpected guest, stepped out.
Before them stood one of the island's iconic landmarks: Hastings Bike Shop. The name itself was spray-painted in bold, chaotic letters across the upper half of what used to be an old barn, its structure worn but stubbornly standing. The faded brown paint on the walls had long since succumbed to the elements, now chipped and peeling in jagged strips that exposed the weather-beaten wood beneath.
Each imperfection a testament to years of sun, salt, and storms.
The shop's yard was a chaotic jumble of parts and pieces, a graveyard for bikes and dirt bikes in various stages of disrepair. Old tires were stacked haphazardly in one corner, some half-buried in the sand as if they'd been there for ages.
"And why are we here again?" JJ asked sceptically, crossing his arms as his eyes darted around the cluttered lot. His gaze finally landed on Kassi, his brow lifting in mild disbelief. If he thought she looked out of place at the chateau, here she practically stuck out like a porcelain doll in a junk yard.
"My Jeep's here," Kassi replied matter-of-factly, brushing past him and heading toward the wide-open bay doors of the garage. She rapped her knuckles against the siding, the hollow clang echoing through the shop.
JJ scoffed, leaning against the nearby wall, shaking his head. "Right. Sure. Because there aren't three big mechanic shops onyourside of the island or anything," he quipped, his tone a mix of incredulity and condescension, as if implying she didn't have the sense to pick a more convenient option.
Kassi turned her head, fixing him with a sharp glare, but before she could respond, a deep, familiar voice rang out from inside the garage, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Sassy! That you?"
Forgetting about JJ's comment completely, Kassi broke into a short run before she was effortlessly swept up by a pair of muscular, tatted, grease stained arms. She let out a delighted giggle, her laughter echoing through the cluttered space as she was spun around.
The others all exchanged curious glances as they watched, equal parts curious and amused.
Kaleb Hastings; known for being a Kook-gone-full Pogue, a local legend who had shown up one day along the cut and quickly earning the reputation as the best mechanic in the Outer Banks. He was someone each of the Pogues knew, especially John B and JJ—his skills having saved the Twinkie more times than they could count. He was also the go-to guy for everything' under-the-counter', along the Island. Whether it was alcohol, weed, illegal bike parks, or drugs, everyone knew to come to him.
As Kaleb set her back down, he took a step back to look over her with an exaggerated look of horror. "What in God's name are you wearing? And where the hell are your shoes?" he demanded, shaking his head.
Kassi huffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "That's why I'm here, smart ass. I need my keys," she shot back, though the smile tugging at her lips softened the sting.
"How about a 'Thanks for fixing it?'" he teased, pitching his voice to mimic hers, his nose wrinkling for added effect.
"You broke it," Kassi snapped, throwing her hands up incredulously.
"That's beside the point," he huffed before he jerked his head toward the inside of the garage. "It's unlocked. Knock yourself out."
Kassi muttered something under her breath as she strode past the group, heading toward the corner of the shop. She stopped in front of a dirty, grease-stained tarp that was draped over something large. With a firm yank, she pulled it free, sending a puff of dust swirling into the air. Beneath it gleamed a bright, baby-blue-wrapped Bronco, its paint almost too clean, too perfect against the gritty backdrop of the garage.
From behind her, Kiara let out a low whistle, her brows shooting up in surprise. "That is not yours," she said, her voice filled with a mix of admiration and disbelief. "For a Kook, you've actually got style—I'll give you that."
Around her, the others murmured their agreement, nodding or muttering approvingly. Even John B raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. The only one who seemed unimpressed was JJ, who just rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Kaleb, what's good?" John B's voice broke the moment, his easy tone cutting through the air. With his usual relaxed confidence, he stepped forward to meet Kaleb, and the two launched into a familiar handshake—a quick series of moves they'd perfected over time, a sort of unofficial greeting among the Pogues.
"John B—JJ," Kaleb nodded toward them, acknowledging the familiar faces of some of his favourite, and more frequent customers. He stepped towards JJ, exchanging the same easy handshake and gruff pleasantries.
"Same shit as always," Kaleb muttered, his tone nonchalant, but the way his eyes lingered on the two of them betrayed something sharper beneath the surface. He leaned back slightly, tilting his head as his gaze flicked toward Kassi and then back at the boys.
"Now what the fuck are you two morons doing with my little sister?" His tone was teasing, but there was a protective edge to his words, a silent warning that didn't go unnoticed.
JJ's jaw dropped slightly, his brain struggling to process what he'd just heard. "What?" he blurted incredulously, every part of him visibly thrown off balance by the new piece of information. Of all the scenarios he'd imagined involving their little "stray", this connection hadn't even made the list.
Damn, and here he thought she couldn't get any more interesting.
"Your sister?" John B echoed, his tone just as surprised. He exchanged a look with the other, all of them clearly taken aback.
Kaleb let out a gruff laugh, flashing a signature lopsided grin. "Yeah, don't go telling people though," he added with a wink, his voice dripping with sarcastic charm. "I've got a reputation to uphold."
As he spoke, Kassi reappeared, a leather backpack slung casually over one shoulder. Kaleb's gaze softened slightly as it landed on her, but he was quick to mask it with a teasing smirk. "There you are," he said, earning himself a swift, playful smack on the arm from his sister.
"You're such an ass," she mumbled, wrinkling her nose at him in a way that was both childish and affectionate.
It didn't go unnoticed by the others how little the two of them looked alike.
Kaleb had a rugged, dishevelled charm that seemed effortless. His dirty blonde hair, dark at the roots, was perpetually tousled in a way that somehow looked intentional. Sun-kissed skin and sharp cheekbones that framed his striking honey-brown eyes that seemed to catch the light just right. He was the complete opposite of his sister who was all soft edges, and pale tones.
"So," Kaleb began, leaning back against the workbench with an easy grin, "what are you guys doing together?" He reached behind his ear, pulling out a perfectly rolled joint, which he twirled between his fingers before lighting. The flame illuminated his face briefly before he took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke. He passed it off too JJ, who accepted it eagerly, like a kid being handed candy. "You don't exactly run in the same crowd."
The weight of the question—and everyone's gaze—settled squarely on Kassi. A wave of déjàvu washed over her, reminiscent of this morning's interrogation.
Not really wanting Kaleb to know exactly why she had been with them, she quickly pulled together a more simple answer. "I knew Kiara back in school," she began, attempting a disinterested, almost bored tone. "Ran into her and she introduced me to them. We had a few drinks, crashed, and they offered me a ride home—nothing exciting."
She turned to Kiara, her pale green eyes wide with silent pleading.
"Yeah, uh, ran into her at The Wreck," Kiara chimed in, her tone just a little too rushed. She let out a nervous laugh, glancing briefly at Kaleb before shrugging. "Hadn't seen her in a while."
Kaleb studied them all for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly, but then his lips quirked into a small grin. "Alright, alright," he said finally, his tone light again. "Can't say I'm angry you're hanging out on this side of the island more."
The joint came to its natural end and Kaleb flicked it into the abyss of scrap metal.
"Well, it was nice to see you idiots, but I gotta get back to work," Kaleb said, patting JJ and John B on the back before straightening up. His gaze lingered briefly on Kassi, softer now. "Thanks for getting her here safe," he added, giving her a small nod.
Kassi rolled her eyes, but she kept her gaze on the four members of the infamous Pogue crew that had been her saving grace. They all got up to leave, their playful banter filling the one of them flashed her a grin or a wave as a goodbye before they started crawling back into the van. Everyone except gaze remained fixed on the ground, hands shoved deep into his pockets until the last possible second. Even as he slid into the passenger seat, he avoided looking her way.
As the van door slammed shut, the sound seemed to amplify the sudden distance she felt. Her chest tightened with an unfamiliar ache, and before she had time to think it through, her feet carried her toward the vehicle.
The passenger window was still down, and she leaned her forearms on the sill, catching JJ off guard. His head snapped up, his blue eyes widening slightly as he registered her sudden proximity.
"I just wanted to—uhm..." Kassi faltered, her usual composure slipping as she searched for the words.
"Yeah?" JJ prompted, his voice low and cautious, yet edged with curiosity. His attention shifted from the way she scrunched up her freckled nose, to her mouth as she bit down, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. "Thank you again," she all but whispered, feeling a wave of heat creep up her neck. "For everything."
JJ's expression suddenly softened in a way that caught even him off guard. He leaned a little closer, resting his forearm on the edge of the window by hers. "It's no big deal," he replied, shrugging as though her gratitude wasn't necessary. But the way his eyes lingered on her, betrayed something unspoken.
Kassi tilted her head, a shy smile playing at her tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and, for a moment, it seemed she was about to say more. But then, as quickly as she'd appeared, she stepped back, her arms swinging to clasp behind her.
"Well," she said with a small, almost bashful laugh, "maybe I'll see you guys around."
JJ blinked, momentarily stunned.
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could find the words, she was already walking away. She didn't look back, and he found himself watching her until she disappeared into the garage.
JJ barely registered the engine rumbling to life until John B's mocking voice snapped him out of it.
"Thank you, thank you for everything." he sang, in a high pitched, girly voice.
"Oh it's no big deal, but you know what is big-" Pope chimed in, cutting himself off with a devilish grin.
The two broke out into a fit of laughter, slapping their knees as if they'd just delivered a comedy masterpiece.
Kiara rolled her eyes, offering them an exasperated sigh at their immaturity, but the faint smile that tugged at her lips betrayed her amusement.
"Shut up! You guys are fucking stupid," JJ snapped, his voice laced with irritation as heat crept up the back of his neck. But his outburst only seemed to increase their laughter.
JJ slumped back into his seat, jaw tight as he stared out the window. He tried to ignore the teasing, the laughter, the whole damn world.
But he couldn't keep her face out of his mind.
Chapter 4 Preview: "Fuck," Kassi whispered under her breath, panic flaring in her chest as she dashed for the door. She barely had a second to gather her thoughts before her hand wrapped around the cool metal handle. But just as she gripped it, it twisted beneath her fingers, and the door swung open from the other side, forcing her to take a startled step back.
(づ v )づ Author Rambles:
I had an absolute blast writing this chapter! Exploring the little connections between the characters has been so exciting. Above my desk, I have this huge Bristol board with lines connecting all the characters, along with titbits and story ideas that are going to spring from those relationships—it's like my own personal web of chaos, ha-ha!
And honestly, writing JJ's character is everything to me. I could do it forever!
Also, Kaleb was inspired by one of my best friends, whose very much like my older brother (Even though he's younger than me).
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