You are with JJ, you were just shot. But he is so happy about getting away from the shooting kooks you don’t tell him you are shot h til he is driving. JJ is your best friend you both have feelings for each other but won’t ever say it.

The engine roars to life, the sound swallowed by the pounding of my own heart. Gravel spits from the tires as JJ floors it, the world outside the windshield blurring into a smear of dark trees and distant headlights.

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