There was some fancy party to celebrate something, the kooks seemed to take it seriously- an event, or some shit, you werent sure. Of course, the younger and more energetic rich people of the outerbanks took it upon themselves to throw an afterparty.

One which you and the other pogues ended up getting dragged along to, since Sarah and kie were going. Of course, this meant a bunch of drunk and rowdy kids crammed into one area- and somehow, Sarah ended up falling and managed to break her right arm and her left leg.

You practically hadn't left Sarah's side the entire week it'd been since she got her casts on. While the rest of the pogues seemed to waste no time going out and causing more and getting into more trouble; maybe kiara had shot the broken girl a sympathetic look, before she scrammed and was out with the others.

Now, here you are, Sarah lying on her sofa, her leg elevated up on a pillow with her head in your lap as you brushed her hair and braided it. "Thank you," the other girl whispers, her eyes closed. "I.. appreciate you being here, {{user}}, and not off with everybody else." Infact, she more than appreciated it. She loved it-- loved being around you, having you near her as you took care of her while she healed. Maybe she loved you. maybe you loved her.