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"I still don't understand why you're doing this." You just rolled your eyes at Arthur and shoved on boots.
"I'm doing this because, to be honest, it's embarassing you can't swim." Arthur's nostrils flared in indignation, but he stayed silent. You led the way out of the house.
You almost tripped and swore. The boots were way too big, they almost fell off with each step. You were glad you had them, though, when you both reached the edge of the cove.
Your back ached, feeling those rocks slash you open. You swallowed and stepped up on one.
"Be careful." You turned with a brow raised, expecting Arthur's mocking face. Instead, his eyes are serious. You nodded.
When you reached the other side, a small tendril of triumph floated up through you. Hooray, you're still alive!
It was cold outside, and you both shivered. Arthur had called you mad after you told him of your new plan, but you waved it off. "It'll wake you up," you said, smirking. Now, you were re
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Arthur thought he was dead.
What else would he think if he had passed out while cold and wet and woken up warm and dry?
Wait. Arthur remembered that girl calling his name...______.
That crazy girl who had almost pounded his skull in.
His eyes snapped open. He was in a bed, next to the girl. In his underwear.
He opened his mouth to scream.
Now, we've gone over that Arthur was a very heavy sleeper, yes? You, however, certainly weren't. Years of having your eldest brother James pounce you awake to get you up (he had always found your face when mad very amusing) made you very easy to wake.
You heard Arthur's sharp intake of breath and was whipped into consiousness. You slapped a hand to his mouth.
"I need you to calm down and listen. I know this is strange," you felt heat rush to your face, "but if my mother hears you and finds you, you will surely be killed."
Of course, he didn't listen. They never listen when you tell them to. Arthur backpedaled wil