The sunlight had woken Stephie, as it had woken Miles and Astrid. This meant when Stephie was fighting to keep her burgers down as they rattled out of Cambridge in the Melon, Josie was fighting to pull tranquiliser darts out of herself. Stephie had thought that no one could feel worse than she did this morning, but she was quite frankly wrong.
Wearing a pair of sunglasses she’d found in the glove box, she talked with Lucas on the drive back, both of them sharing stories about fuckups of the past, of juvie in particular, remembering why Misha had called them the male and female versions of each other, way back when they first met in 2008. They talked about how various members of their social group, themselves included, had relied too often on arson as a solution to their problems, and Lucas even told her that fire kind of freaked him out, now.
Stephie said maybe she was going to chuck out her lighters when she got home in case the need to burn shit arose again. Lucas applauded her mental health decisions.
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