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V. in the heat of your electric touch
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Dylan hardly slept after last night's debacle. It was a great night. A fun one. But it was ruined by her friend's (some over the others) acting stupid. That was the downside of the Outer Banks. You never know what's going to occur. The thought of JJ actually hurting someone made her feel sick. He would never. Not like that. He was just extremely loyal to his friends, especially John B. He could just be incredibly stupid sometimes.
Braxton was eating cereal when she came downstairs the next morning. "Morning, dweeb." She announced herself and ruffled the top of his head when she walked by.
He huffed and moved away from her. "Was there a fight at the boneyard last night?" He asked while she raided the fridge.
Dylan paused and looked at him with furrowed brows. "How do you know about that?" She asked with suspicion.
"Wheezie."
She rolled her eyes. "Ah yes, of course. Your girlfriend."
"Ew, no, never!" He quickly denied. His eyes then lit up. "So there was a fight!"
"Hush!" Dylan hissed. She leaned forward on the counter. "Don't say anything to mom and dad. They'll go crazy."
"So what she said about the gun is true?" He questioned with wide eyes.
She groaned. "Again, hush! It's between you and me, okay?"
Braxton scoffed. "Yeah okay, sure. Until word spreads on the island and gets to mom and dad."
She rolled her eyes again. "I'll handle it then. Just keep your mouth shut."
The twelve year old went quiet. He looked at his bowl of cereal and back at her. "You didn't get hurt though, right?"
Her face softened. "Aww, are you worried about me?" She circled around the island and wrapped her arms around his neck. She peppered his cheek with kisses. "Love you, buddy."
