Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20180712000122/@comment-34320391-20181024144927

Let's start a section! Yay! At 10:14 at night. Yay!

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Nik

So Red's gone. To break into a boy's house. Classic Romeo and Juliet, right? Except that it's gender-swapped. "Where art thou Newt? Thy shalt break into thy house to find thy Newt." Why does that thought tie knots in my stomach?

So I did the best thing I could think of doing. Regain my surroundings, and understand where the heck we are. I knew I should rush to Cora's, but I'm pretty sure she's out and about at night anyway, so waiting till sunrise is probably the safer bet at this moment.

I kicked sand, my hands in my pockets, my thoughts trying to lose themselves in the chilly sea breeze. What had happened and should I think into it? Obvious answer; no.

The cove was literally a 400-metre long sandy beach that stretched in a crescent shape. It was then closed off by huge cliffs, with many other caves in there as well, for all I know. I walked to the end of the beach, trying to see what was beyond it, but all that was on display was the sand, the sea and the huge rock wall.

As I headed back I heard a soft sob, concealed in the darkness of a slight indent in the rocky wall running beside me.

Gina!

My mind raced. I'd found her. All I had to do was return her back to Berk, explain to the council why I was out at this beach at the middle of the night (we can still see by the midnight sun) and explain to mum why I was outside the house while under house arrest.

But then I heard another voice, soft again, but deeper and sensitive. "I'm sorry. I...I.. L..." The voice broke. And stopped.

I edged forward, quiet and stealthily. I didn't want to intrude but I was curious. My eyes adjusted to the pit of darkness, making vague shapes. I heard another sob and a sound that could only be the two voices embracing each other.

I crept a bit closer and my foot scraped against the rocks, that were giving way to the sand that was once beneath my feet. It was quiet but I thought a quick curse to myself. I couldn't make out where the source of the voices had come from, as the voices suddenly ceased, with the only sound being someone wiping their eyes, consolidating themselves.

And out from within the darkness emerged Newt and Cora. The two were frazzled, Cora with bloodshot eyes, her hair all over the place and Newt's face showing something that I always found scary in him. Seriousness. And what did I feel in all this? Like an absolute dickhead.

The next words were a blur as my brain assaulted me with words that I'm now associated with, and how badly I ruined the two's moment. And I'd never seen Cora cry before. It wasn't even a physical pain, it was something else. It couldn't have just been because of her father, it must've been everything bottled up together... Then why did Newt say sorry?

I glanced at him, the friend I once knew years ago was long gone. There was more to Newt than I can even guess right now. Newt tried to give me lopsided grin but his face showed creases of something even he couldn't comprehend.

I trumped back to our hideout, with Newt and Cora in tail, my mind clogging and shouting at me. I'm pretty sure I told them we have to clear out the hideout, but the two were too preoccupied with something else I couldn't intrude. I won't lie, I did notice the hesitant glances from behind my back, both Newt and Cora not wanting me to know what had happened, or how much I'd heard. I ignored them, trying to act like I didn't care. But something stirred in my stomach. It wasn't curiosity or even anger. It was guilt.

Then Red stormed through our makeshift door, holding Trista, cuffing the girls hands behind her back. "Look who I found!"