(✓) ii.| 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

[ 041 ] 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄

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TIME WAS TICKING, FAST, TIME WAS RUNNING OUT——-and before they knew it, hell would awaken.

there were many great things about new york city... one of the worst was that they could have hurricanes.

like they did at the moment.

yep, new york city was under a hurricane, fantastic.

"okay i got food, water, alcohol, drugs, and some pads and tampons for the ladiessss" noah said,

"dude it isn't the end of the world" miles replied,

"shut it, lanky whore" noah said back, causing miles to let out an annoyed sigh,

"i am this close to locking you outside in the hurricane" miles replied with annoyance, to which noah flipped him off.

you see, there was rarely a time when everyone in the house was all together, they all lived different lives and there were so many people living there.

but because of the hurricane, everyone was home... everyone.

this was going to be fantastic.

"alright asswipes we are sleeping in the basement tonight" miles said to everyone,

"what if it floods?" lilia asked,

"then we go to the attic" miles replied as if it was obvious,

everyone grabbed their stuff and went down to the basement, it was going to be like one big sleepover... fantastic.

—

"hi miles" lexie whispered, everyone was trying to sleep considering it was midnight, even noah.

miles turned over to face her,

"hi"

"are you tired?"

"no, are you?"

"no"

she ran her fingers through his curls, causing him to smile slightly,

"i want my bed" she said,

"i do too, but we have to sleep down here"

"but whyyyyy"

"what if the whole upper half of the house gets blown away into the middle of the street"

"then i would-"

"—-HOLY SHIT SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

noah of course,

"suck my fucking dick asshole" miles said back,

"that's lexie's job you loud horny fucks" noah replies, causing both lexie and miles to flip him off.

"—now can you guys shut the fuck up?! please?!" noah said before grabbing a pack of baby wipes and throwing them at miles' head,