Josie sits in class nervously, it is the last class of the day and she wants to be anywhere but here, it is usually her favourite subject, yet today she would rather be having all her teeth pulled than be sitting stationary.
‘Are you sure your vest is close?’
In another classroom, Archer sits tapping his pen against the desk. He isn't worried, but the anxiety feeding through from his newly formed link with Josie is nearly crippling. He can hardly stay in his chair. Just wanting to run to her to calm her nerves enough that he isn't about to lose his mind. If he feels this bad, he can only imagine what is going on in her body.
'Yes babe for the sixth time, it is sitting in the back of the truck'
'Promise me that if you go anywhere, that you will wear it'
'Josie, I am not going to a si
