Chapitre 497: Chapter Four Hundred And Ninety-seven: Playtime's Over

The third point of view:

"Do you think this little protest of us would change our parent's minds?" Anabelle asked, leaning against Julie's chest. They were in the living room watching an old movie they found in Maya's drawer by chance.

"Little?" Isabella's brows raised, seemingly offended by the use of that word.

Anabelle shrugged, "I'm just saying that is us teenagers against our grown parents. We're runaways and they could easily dismiss this act as a little tantrum and God knows we can't stay here for too long. We have a life out there, not in hiding,"

"Well, point of correction, you two..." she pointed to her cousin and her boyfriend, "Are the runaways, we are just your accomplices," Isabella clarified. 

Just like Anabelle, she was cuddling with Pedro on the sofa. Unlike earlier, he had recovered from the blue ball attack however he still couldn't get his mind out of the gutter with her this close to him.