Attached at the Hip

by Christine Riccio

shore. I pull off my glasses (slowing our progress) and clean them the best I can before we carry our box up the final stretch of wet sand.

how did you not lose these in the ocean… glasses were a terrible idea.

ocean in my sports bra and underwear,

If you're going on survivor, why the hell aren't you wearing a bathing suit going in?

Divergent quote on your back.” “Oh.” My heart flips. “I … yeah, you know it?” “And Emily Dickinson? … And Titanic, Sherlock … Cassandra Clare?”

lol... definitely written by an OG booktuber.

What’s your full name?” I smile at him. “It’s Tube Stop.

So we're just skipping over her other two fav books?

You still owe me two book responses. Favorite teen and favorite now.

Oh lol why was there a break if we're just continuing on?

And now—I’ve still never been out of the country.

Are you not in Fiji right now? last time I checked that wasn't in the US lol.

Piccadilly.

I hate this. Stop.

“You are so the weirdo, Piccadilly.

It is cute that he’s the only that actually calls her this but I still hate it lol.

At sunset, Remy and I change into our bathing suits to take a quick dip in the ocean.

so they've had bathing suits this whole time??

“Can you turn off your mic?” I mutter. Remy reaches back and turns off his mic. I turn off mine.

she already turner her mic off with osprey earlier?

together, holding hands, hugging, yelling incomprehensible things—oh my god—mud flinging about every which way. WE WON! WE WON! WE WON!

love this

home! I

i hate exclamation marks in first person narrations.

and she chucks it all onto my fire. The flames erupt toward the rope.

holy shit this sequence/challenge is incredible. Feels like i'm watching a show for real.

IN THE PROLIFIC WORDS OF MILEY CYRUS, I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

lol