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“And that is surprising why?” He knew absolutely nothing about plants, and he wasn’t joking when he said it. “I kept a hamster alive for three years. Which is like, pretty awesome considering they usually only live to be two or so.” He laughed, tilting his head as he tested the railing, leaning against it. “A bumble bee, huh? I wanted to be a basketball player.” He smirked. “I could see you being a bee, though. You’re pretty spiky.” He picked at the paint on the railing, eyeing her. “My youngest sister- the one I was talking about- is six. The one after her is fifteen, and then there’s me. My older brother is twenty seven.” Wren looked at her with excitement across his face as he waited for her to turn on the flashlight, but it quickly dissipated when there was no light. “Seriously?” He huffed, looking back down to his phone and turning the flashlight on. “There.” Wren smirked, turning the light back off. They had to preserve what he had of his battery until it got too dark. “We’d better get to exploring before it does get too dark, though.” Turning, he began to walk around the platform, trying to stay as close to the wall as he could. He wasn’t about to fall god knows how far down, and he especially didn’t want Gwen to come tumbling down with him. “Okay, stay against the walls as best as you can.” He walked sideways against the wall, slowly shuffling his feet.
“Because she’s the only one that hasn’t croaked on me. The others? I watered them, gave them enough light, and gave them some special soil shit I read about on some plant lady’s blog. I even tried getting some “easy” plants that need like minimal effort, and even those died on me. But Stella? I don’t know. Either she’s a determined little thing or she’s the only one I’m meant to have. Who the hell knows,” she shrugged. “Well, congrats, buddy!” she commented sincerely. “I never knew their lifespans were so short. I probably would’ve assumed it was my fault, just given my track record with the plants,” she joked. Her nose scrunched up as she apologized, “Sorry.” She was so excited over the immediate prospect of heading to the lighthouse, she didn’t bother to think about how they probably should’ve made a pit stop along the way to pick up some essential things, like a flashlight. She smiled backed as she saw his own phone’s light turn on. She nodded in agreement to his suggestion and followed behind him cautiously. She placed her hand along the wall and let it slide along its bumpy texture as they followed the path before them. “So what kind of things do you think someone might leave behind in a lighthouse? I have a feeling we’re gonna find, like, someone’s randomly left behind single shoe, which I never understand. I mean, how can you leave somewhere with only one shoe still on?”

















