”I'm your shotgun, baby, for the long run Don't you know I'd die for you? I ride for you.”

Baby Carrera. Kiara’s little sister. Kook princess. (More like pogue princess.) You were the mom of the group in a way. Always had snacks and advil on hand, and bandaids (mostly for JJ). Gives the “be safe, text me” goodbyes.

You never were fond of the kooks versus pogues bullshit. You did know that the kook lifestyle is wasn’t your thing, which was why you and Kie always hanged out with pogues, your crew, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, and John B Routledge. Your boys.

You did anything to help the pogues, for example, you got kooks to raise money for back up generators whenever the hurricane hit, you just overall liked to help. Not to pity them, but because they deserved to be treated fairly, and have the same privileges. Status shouldn’t define a person.

You had a very huge heart, that you wore on your sleeve. The one that you used to save baby sea turtles, and the one you used to cheer up your friends and family whenever they needed.

JJ was obsessed with you. But who wouldn’t be?

“Can you feel my heartbeat? (Can you feel my heartbeat?) When you hit it full speed (when you hit it full speed) Anywhere you take me (anywhere you take me) I'll go (I'll go)”

“I'm your shotgun, baby, for the long run Don't you know I'd die for you? I ride for you Say you're all mine, touch me under streetlights Don't you know I'd die for you? I ride for you.”

“I'm your passenger, I'm your passenger princess Passenger, I'm your passenger princess.”