CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

BLACK AND WHITE — NIALL HORAN
Swear in front of all our friends
There'll never be another
I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

"WHAT?"

Did she hear him correctly?

When he met her shocked expression with a cheeky grin, she knew that she heard him perfectly clear. "JJ," she started, shaking her head, "we can't get married."

"Why not?" he challenged. His smile had yet to fade, even despite being faced with rejection. "John B and Sarah did."

Stella took a step back. She knew that John B and Sarah's wedding was far from legal, but the weight of their promise to each other was still there. They were married in their hearts if not on paper.

If it were three weeks ago, Stella would've happily agreed to the proposal. After watching her parents' marriage fall apart, she decided at a young age that she only wanted to get married once and make it last. At the time, JJ was the one she wanted to do that with. They were young, but he was her person and she knew that he'd always be there for her... Until their best friend 'died' and he wasn't.

"I don't know..." Stella trailed off, wringing her hands. Her gaze fell, not wanting to see the disappointment on JJ's face. "We just got back together. I don't even fully forgive you yet."

JJ's grin softened and he let out a gentle breath. Stepping forward to close the gap between them, he took Stella's hands in his. His fingers felt the cool metal of an unfamiliar piece of jewelry, and when he looked down, he was met with the sight of her purple amethyst ring. Hm, he thought to himself. Pretty.

Then he met Stella's gaze and squeezed her hands reassuringly. "This is step one," he stated, knowing that her trust in him had faltered. "I know you deserve to do it the right way with diamond rings and a dress and a preacher or something. But we have a Pope! That has to count for something, right?"

His little quip earned a small laugh from the girl because she didn't think it worked like that, but she continued to listen anyways.

"We can do it the right way when we're older," JJ promised. There was traces of excitement in his voice. "But I've gotta prove it to you. So let me prove it."

"I..."

He could see the struggle in her eyes and the silent debate of wanting something she was scared to have. He was the reason for it and he hated it. But as he promised, he'd spend the rest of his life proving how sorry he was, and that was a promise he intended to keep.

Before Stella could find the words to say, JJ let go of her hands and walked over to one of the drawers of the kitchen. He rummaged through it with furrowed brows before turning to her with a triumphant smile. In his hands was a blue post-it notepad and a pen.

"What are you doing?" Stella questioned, watching as he sat down at the dining table.

"We gotta write our bows down," he replied, remembering how Grey's Anatomy was her favourite show and how she gushed at how cute Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd were for doing the same thing. 'A post-it note wedding,' she mused with a smile as radiant as the sun.

Stella raised a brow. "Vows, JJ. It's vows, not bows."

"That's what I said."

"Is it, though?" She tilted her head and crossed her arms. "I haven't even agreed to marry you yet—which, by the way, is a little crazy considering we're kids whose best friends are framed criminals and all."

He rolled his eyes before uncapping the pen and scribbling on the post-it to make sure it had ink. "Alright, what do we want to promise each other?" At the lack of response, he looked up and saw that Stella was giving him a blank stare. "I'm not shitting you, Stella-Anne. Sit down and put that pretty brain to use."

At his pointed look, Stella pulled out a chair and sat down across from him. Deciding to entertain him, she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Alright." She'd never admit it, but she loved JJ's daily question of how she was and was deeply saddened by its absence in their time spent apart. "Let's promise each other we'll ask each other how we're doing every day, even when we're old, smelly, and senile."

JJ nodded and the pen met the post-it note.

Ask about day even when old, smelly, & senile.

When he looked up, he had his own suggestion. "That we'll love each other even when we hate each other?"

Stella nodded and he wrote it down.

Love each other when we hate each other.

"No running," stated the golden girl. There was an edge of seriousness to her voice now, one that indicated she was no longer playing along for simple entertainment. "Whenever we have a problem, we talk it out and we work through it together."

No running.

JJ lifted his gaze and his breath caught in his throat. In the warm glow of the Chateau's kitchen light, Stella looked ethereal. Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair was a mess, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days. But if he had seen anything beautiful before, it paled in comparison to the girl sitting in front of him.

The corners of his lips pulled into a soft smile and he looked at her with a fondness poets could only dream of. "And it's forever," he said, the low volume of his voice booming in the silence.

And it's forever.

He drew two lines and signed his name on the one farthest to the left, then slid it across the table. "So?" He asked Stella, offering the pen for her to take.

Her eyes scanned the messy handwriting and a smile slowly made its way across her face.

Her mother had always told her that when it came to love, what's easy was right. When she was younger, head full of toxic YA romance novels and early Taylor Swift songs passionate as sin, she thought that piece of advice wasn't necessarily true. She thought that love was a blaze of burning red, cutting through any warning signs. She thought it was fighting and kissing in the rain, loud and reckless, meaningless apologizes and supermarket flowers. She thought love was supposed to be hard.

It wasn't until she fell in love with JJ that she came to realize that she didn't need the pain with the pleasure, that she could have the good parts without the bad. Love wouldn't be easy one hundred percent of the time. It didn't come without its challenges, but she realized that if she needed to fight for the right to be cared for by the person she loved, then they weren't the one. Love was heard in the comfortable silence and felt laying with your lover after a long day. Love wasn't burning red, it was golden.

Stella knew they were young and that had their whole lives to think about marriage, but over the past few weeks, she came to learn that tomorrow wasn't always promised. Their marriage would be far from legal and hardly considered a real wedding, but their love was real, so why should a piece of paper change that?

Stella's eyes met JJ's and she reached for the pen, plucking it from his fingers before signing her name beside his.

"Let's get married."

"AH, LOOK AT that," John B mused as the couple walked out of the house holding hands. "I don't have to disinfect anything, do I?"

"Nope," JJ said, flipping him off in the process. He and Stella stopped in front of the fire and looked around at all their friends. "You're all invited to the wedding, which is happening right now."

Stella chuckled at the excited expressions of Sarah and Kie before turning to Pope. "Father Pope, you're officiating since you're the closest thing we have to an actual pope."

"Uh..." He gave her a quizzical stare. "I don't think it works like that."

The other teens groaned at his reluctance.

"What?" Pope asked, getting defensive. "Do you know the statistical probability of early marriages actually surviving? Because it's pretty low. This is kind of illogical."

"But it is fun." Sarah smiled, making eye contact with her boyfriend.

With the roll of his eyes, JJ waved his hands, bring the attention back to him. "'Kay, fine. JB, get up here." When the boy remained seated, he beckoned him over. "What, you got something better to do? Gotta hot date with Shoupe, big guy? C'mon."

John B stood up and made his way over. "Dude, I've never been to a wedding before. I don't know how to officiate."

Stella raised a brow. "You're literally married."

"Yeah, but our wedding wasn't like this. It wasn't—"

"Just talk about how loved walked in or some shit, I don't know," JJ interjected, earning a round of laughter from the others.

John B gave him a flat look. "Okay, I deserved that."

Before the two boys could begin bickering, Kie stepped forward and handed John B her phone. On the screen was an officiant script from the first website that come up on her Google search. "Here."

The group of six stood from their seats and moved towards the large oak tree where the string lights hung above their heads. John B stood before it with Stella and JJ just in front of him. The remainder of the Pogues stood around them and watched with soft smiles as the blond took his girlfriend's hands in his.

"Dearly beloved and honoured guests," John B started, eyes glued to the phone screen. "We are gathered here today to join JJ Maybank and Stella-Anne Marx in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities— Okay, this script sucks, I'm winging it."

He handed the phone back to Kie and turned to his best friends. A soft exhale fell from his lips and he gave them a fond smile. Don't get him wrong, John B loved all of his friends, but the bond he had with JJ and Stella was different. They were there for him in his darkest nights, guiding him back to the safe security of their friendship and making sure the waves of doubt didn't swallow him whole. They knew him better than anyone. They were more than his friends and he couldn't be happier for them.

"I think we all knew from the moment we met them that Stella and JJ were always going to be Stella and JJ. They were always going to end up in front of us, tying the knot. But I don't think anyone knew that more than JJ did. The first thing he said to me after meeting her was, 'I think I'm in love with the new girl'."

Stella raised her brows in a teasing way and JJ shrugged as if to say, 'How could I help myself?'

"And JJ's always been dramatic, but that time he'd never been more serious. I've been friends with Stella and JJ for a long time. I've seen a lot of bad days and a lot of good days, but their best days always had something to do with the other. And honestly, I don't think any of us knew what love was before we met them. Like true, once in a lifetime love, you know?  It's the type that you think doesn't exist, but it does." His eyes met Sarahs and she softly smiled. "And it's right here," he continued before coming to a hesitant pause. "So, uh... what comes next?"

Kie quickly unlocked her phone and skimmed through the script. "The vows."

"Right." John B nodded. "Do you guys have vows?"

Stella and JJ looked at each other, somehow having a full conversation with a single glance. They didn't need to recite their vows in front of their friends. That part was private and for them. No one else.

"Already said 'em," JJ said, the post-it note in his pocket for safe keeping, "get on with it."

John B shrugged and diverted his attention to Stella. "Alright. Stella, do you take this idiot to be your husband in sickness and in health, rich or poor, till death do you part?"

Stella grinned. "I do."

"JJ, do you—"

"Hell yeah, I do." His expression mirrored that of his girlfriend.

John B cracked a smile. "Do you have rings?"

Stella gasped at the realization. "We don't have rings!"

"Yes, we do," JJ replied. His hands reached up to unclasp the chain hanging around his neck. When he pulled the necklace from behind his shirt, Stella saw the familiar ring dangling on the end of it. He gave her a cheeky smile before moving her hair to the side of her neck and clipping in place.

Her head tilted as she looked down at the cheap ring that was once nothing more than a ring he stole from a gift shop. A promise ring turned wedding ring. The weight of it felt like it belonged on her chest, like a puzzle piece being set into place. Her hand came up to touch it, but she stopped when the crystal on her own finger caught her attention.

With a slow forming grin, she looked up and saw that JJ was still wearing the shark tooth necklace she had given him when they were kids. Without wasting another second, she unclasped it, slid her amethyst ring onto it, and re-clasped it, letting it fall onto his chest.

"There," she said, admiring their matching necklaces.

When she gestured for John B to continue, he declared, "With the power invested in me and this random website on Kie's phone, I now pronounce you husband and wife. JJ, you may now kiss—"

Before John B could even finish his sentence, JJ was already rushing forward to place both hands on Stella's cheeks. He pulled her into a kiss and the world faded away.

When he pulled away, his forehead remained on hers and his eyes remained closed. There was a peaceful look spread across his features as he whispered, "I love you, Mrs. Maybank."

Stella smiled. "I love you too, Mr. Maybank."

Their bubble of bliss was popped when their friends let out hearty cheers and ran up to embrace them in a group hug. After the weeks of hell they endured, they were happy to have something to celebrate that completely independent of anything to do with Ward and Rafe Cameron.

As the night progressed and empty beer cans piled up, Kie somehow managed to lure Pope away from the festivities. They were discreet, but not stealthy enough to escape Stella's observant eye.

Throwing a marshmallow at Sarah from across the fire, Stella nodded towards the couple with an excited grin. Sarah was confused for a moment before following her gaze and letting out a laugh.

"Way to be discreet!" Sarah shouted, causing Kie to give her the middle finger.

JJ looked over and gave Pope a thumbs up for good luck before turning to the girl sitting in his arms. "Looks like they're gonna consummate our wedding for us, huh?"

"I leave, and this is what happens," John B stated, giving the couple a look of false exasperation.

"Are you blaming us?"

"Just a little bit."

"Sorry," Stella drawled, "we were a little preoccupied grieving you and processing a break-up to monitor what Pope and Kie were doing. You know how it is."

John B opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of a boat motor passing by caught his attention. "Uh-oh," he said. Passing them on the marsh was the HMS Pogue driven by the very couple they were discussing.

"There here he goes," JJ mused, standing from his seat to tap John B's shoulder. "He jacked your boat, dude."

"Pope's poking on the Pogue." The four teens watched as the boat got smaller in the distance before letting out a series of laughs and placing bets on how long they'd be gone for.

They settled around the fire once again, talking about everything and nothing.

About twenty minutes later, Stella found herself braiding Sarah's hair. The feeling of fingers running through her hair almost caused the former Kook princess to fall asleep. She couldn't remember how long it's been since she had a night of proper rest.

Unfortunately, Sarah wouldn't get that tonight because John B abruptly stopped the conversation he was having with JJ and stared at something past his chicken coop. "What was that?"

JJ gave him an odd look. "Your chicken?" He started clucking, only for John B's hand to fly over his mouth.

"I heard a car door."

At the urgency in his voice, Sarah and Stella stood up, the braid falling from the former's hair. They couldn't see anything past the darkness of the trees, but it seemed that John B did because he turned around and pushed his friends in the opposite direction.

"It's Rafe, we gotta go."

In a blur of moments, the fire was put out and the four teens climbed up the old oak tree.

They watched as Rafe and Barry stepped into the yard with guns in their hands. They were cautious, obviously trying their best to catch them off-guard.

The two men exchanged a few words before Barry went inside the house. Rafe, on the other hand, stayed outside. He scanned the perimeter, hoping to find the distinct body of a scared teenager. He stopped under the oak tree, failing to look up as he wondered, "Where the hell are you?"

Stella shared a look with Sarah. It was hard to believe that the same guy they used to play pranks on two years ago was the same one standing under them. Rafe always had a tinge of darkness in him, no doubt a result of the incomprehensible amount of unresolved childhood trauma and parental issues he had, but even then, in his fits of anger they found amusing, they would've never thought he'd be so willing to kill.

The door to the Chateau opened again, revealing Barry. He came down the steps and met Rafe with the claim that while the Pogues were here at one point, they weren't there now.

Stella's breath hitched as Barry's gaze shifted to the tree. His eyes read the damaged bark and he let out a chuckle. "P4L," he mused, causing Rafe to turn.

The Kook prince laughed. "Well, shit."

"So your sister's a Pogue for life, huh, Rafe? Now who would've thought?"

Rafe's laughter subsided and Stella watched as he came undone. Unstable amusement turned into anger as he hunched over and shouted. "Shit!"

In all her years of living, Stella had been scared many times. She had seen her mother crawl across the floor, backed into a corner by a man sworn to love her. She had fallen out of a tree and broke her arm, permanently putting her off heights for the rest of her life. She had seen her boyfriend—husband, now—arrested and beaten. She had seen a lot of things that scared her out of her skin, but seeing Rafe Cameron raise his gun and fire at the trunk of a tree she was currently sitting in was one that made her blood run cold. If he or Barry averted their gaze ever so slightly, they were done for. They could shower them in a rain of bullets and she could lose her best friends all over again.

"Alright, chill," Barry snapped.

Three shots had rung through the air, causing the Pogues to flinch. Bullets ricocheted off the tree, leaving loose bark to fly and holes in what used to be John B's memorial.

When Rafe refused to listen, Barry stepped forward to push his arm down. "Rafe! Chill your shit! Chill out!"

Rafe fought back and instead brought his arm higher until he was shooting at the tree. All of the Pogues ducked for cover behind their respective branches, but one was too slow.

"You're gonna get our asses busted!"

The pair left in defeat and once the sound of tires faded down the street, the four teens slowly climbed down from their hiding spots.

Stella was the last to meet the ground, though her pace didn't alert her friends of anything wrong. She was scared of heights, so of course she'd take longer to climb down. They didn't think anything of it.

John B and Sarah walked towards the dying fire, but JJ remained close by in case Stella needed help. His back was still facing her, so he couldn't see the way she gripped her bleeding side and leaned against the tree.

Her head tilted back as she steadied herself and one thought rang through her mind.

Did that asshole just shoot me?

"Dude," JJ started, his back still facing Stella. He moved to help her, but stopped to add another comment. "Rafe is fucking crazy. No offence, Sarah."

"None taken," Sarah muttered, running her hands over her face.

"Sunbaby, are you—" JJ turned, freezing when he saw the state of her. "Stella!"

He ran over and put her free arm over his shoulders, shifting most of her weight onto him. The panic in his voice caused John B and Sarah's heads to turn and they paled at the sight.

Running over, John B untied his bandana from his neck and handed it JJ. He put Stella's other arm over his shoulder and told Sarah to run ahead and open the door to the Chateau.

JJ pressed the bandana against Stella's side and she winced.

"He might've gotten me," she stated, hissing at the pain.

"No shit!" JJ cursed. He didn't know how bad the wound is. All he saw was blood and her pained expression, but that was enough for the fear of losing her to set deep in his bones.

When they entered the house, John B left Stella's side and cleared the dining table. He helped the blond set her down, then searched the kitchen for anything that could help stop the bleeding.

"We have to get you to the hospital," Sarah fret, freaking out because when she got shot, she died.

Stella groaned as she tried to sit up, only to be kept in place by JJ. "No," she said, shaking her head. "You guys are still wanted, I'm not having you arrested over this. Are you crazy?"

"Are you?" John B challenged, a little more harsh than necessary. He really didn't want someone else he cared for dying on his watch. "You were shot, Stella. Don't be stubborn!"

"Have you met me? No hospital!" She looked to JJ, who was carefully lifting her shirt up. When it was out of the way, he pressed a fresh hand towel down on it. She yelped in pain and breathlessly said, "And don't even think about calling Ricky, he'll never let me live this down."

John B shook his head, hands running through his hair in distress. "Then we're calling your mom, she'll know what to do, we have to—"

"Do not call my mom."

He let out a sound of disbelief. "She's a trauma surgeon, Stella! This is literally her job!"

"She's across the country right now!"

JJ shook his head and pulled Stella's phone from her back pocket as gently as he could. "Well, I'm not taking any chances." He tossed the phone to John B and his hand returned to Stella's side. He couldn't lose Stella, not when he just got her back. "Call her, JB!"

Stella gave him a hard stare. "John B, do not call her. I swear to God—" But it was too late, because the phone was already pressed to John B's ear.

They waited a few moments, but the call inevitably picked up. "Hey, Mama M." He tried his best to sound as normal as possible. "Yeah, it's me. I missed you too. I love you too. I'll tell you about it later. Um, no, no, she's not here right now. Stel's in the bathroom. Actually, I need your help. Hypothetically, if someone got shot in the side, how would you go about treating it?"

He put the phone on speaker and placed it on the table.

Emma's voice rang through the room. "Well, that depends on a lot of things. Is the bullet still in the patient? Is there an exit wound? Did it hit a major vessel?" She paused. "Why are you even asking?"

Stella tried to sit up again, her jaw clenching as the pain started to get to her. When her friend's saw she she was trying to do, they all pushed her back down with a warning glare.

"Uh..." John B looked around for help. JJ and Stella were always better liars than he was. "We're, um, having a debate. Purely hypothetical. Very heated and Stella's being a know-it-all."

Stella reached for the pile of clean towels beside her and threw one at John B, not liking the way he called her a know-it-all.

JJ's hand left her side and he pushed her shoulder down again. Leaning close to her so he couldn't be heard by Emma, he gave her a hard look. "Stop moving."

She listened for the sake of his peace of mind.

"I thought she was in the bathroom," Emma replied, skepticism in her tone. She was too smart to overlook how weird this phone call was and Stella was worried that she would put the pieces together.

"She is!" John B replied, far too quickly to help their case of normalcy. "She is. That's— That's why we called you. So she wouldn't stop us from finding out how wrong she was."

There was a laugh on the other end of the line. "She's probably not wrong. Half the time she's at the hospital, she's sitting in the OR gallery— Hold on." There was a scuffle and the Pogues could hear someone else's voice through the speaker. Emma returned to the call with a sympathetic voice. "I'm sorry, B, I'm about to give a presentation. I have to go."

The Pogues shared a wide eyed look. "No, I really need you—"

"Just listen to Stella," Emma ordered. "I've taught her everything she knows. I'll see you when I get home, okay? Love you, B, I'm glad you're okay. Tell Stella we're still having that talk when I get back. Oh, and stay out of trouble!"

She hung up and the silenced filled the room. 

"I told you not to call her," Stella scolded, growing more and more tired as she bled. She looked to JJ, tears prickling at her eyes. "How's the bleeding? Is— Is it slowing down? Is the bullet in there?"

JJ could hear the fear in her voice and he checked as quickly as he could. Her skin was torn across her left side, starting a few inches from her bellybutton and ending by her hip.

He could feel relief run through his body when he concluded that it was just a really bad graze and not a full blown gunshot wound.

A soft exhale fell from his lips and he bent down to kiss her forehead. "No, Sunbaby. He just grazed you."

They've watched enough television and seen enough movies to know what that meant. Stella would be okay. She'll have a nasty scar, but she'd live. They just needed to stop the bleeding and bandage it.

Stella let out a sigh of relief and nodded. She really didn't want to die at the hands of Rafe Cameron.

With a whimper of pain, she tried her best to sit up again, and turned to John B and Sarah. She tried to give them her best look of reassurance. "Listen to me. I am fine—"

"You have a hole in your stomach!" John B exclaimed. "You are not fine!"

"The bullet grazed me," Stella stressed, her hands growing shaky. There was a wave of dizziness creeping up on her now. "There's no excessive bleeding, inflammation probably isn't crazy, and my bowels aren't spilling out over your dining table. It is a flesh wound. I will be fine. But I won't be if you keep yelling at me instead of helping me! Fuck." She swayed a bit, spiking fear in JJ as he helped her lay down again.

The blond turned to his friends. "Sarah, the first aid kit's under the sink in the bathroom. It's big, can't miss it. John B, go find rubbing alcohol. If you can't find any, find any booze forty percent or above. Go." They nodded and rushed off to fulfil their tasks. When he turned back to Stella, he saw that her skin had gone pale and clammy.

"JJ..."

There was a hesitance in her voice, like she was scared he was going to leave.

He shook his head and his hand moved to support her head. "In sickness and in health, Stella-Anne. I'm not going anywhere."

She nodded and closed her eyes. "That's good because I think I lost a lot of blood and I'm really tired."

His eyes widened and he looked down at where her wound was. The bleeding had slowed down. It almost stopped. Almost. "What? Stella, don't sleep—"

"Pope's not here," she said, eyes still closed, "so I'm gonna need you to stitch me up. I... I think there's a suture kit in the first aid kit." After all the fights he's had with his father, she had given him enough stitches for him to know how to do them himself. She felt a wave of pain wash over her every time she breathed. "Ah, shit."

Panicked, JJ shouted over his shoulder. "Guys! Hurry up!" Rage filled his body as the thought about how the night progressed. How did they go from celebrating a wedding to this? "I'm gonna kill him. I swear to God, I'm gonna put a gun in his mouth and I'm gonna—"

"Here." Sarah came up next to him and opened the first aid kit. "What do we do?"

Stella opened her eyes and saw the worried expression on her best friend's face. "Stop the bleeding, disinfect, stitch me up— Holy shit, I think I'm gonna pass out."

"Stella—"

She leaned her head back on the table and closed her eyes. "Just do it!"

John B joined them and JJ took the lead. He had a lot of first aid exposure growing up, considering his dad was an abusive prick, his cousin was a paramedic, and his girlfriend—wife—wanted to be a surgeon like her mom. He was also present for a lot of Stella and Pope's medical talks, so that had to help him somehow. He was far from qualified, but the only person who was was currently incapacitated.

JJ did as Stella said, stopping the bleeding and pouring the disinfectant John B found in the depths of his bathroom over the wound. He tried his best to continue despite Stella's pained whimpers. When it came around to the stitches, he almost couldn't go through with it.

Stella cried after the first suture. He was going to stop, but after she yelled at him to keep going, he forced himself to continue. Thankfully, she passed out, probably due to the pain and shock.

When all was finished and Stella was all bandaged up, Sarah wiped the blood from her skin and the boys moved her into the spare bedroom.

No one could sleep. JJ stayed by Stella's side the entire night, scared that if he let her out his sight, she faded away, and John B and Sarah were worried about Rafe and Barry coming back.

It was four in the morning when Stella first woke up. She was groggy and in pain, so JJ called for their friends. Sarah and John B brought a bottle of ibuprofen and water into the room before expressing their relief over her well-being, and Stella took the opportunity to crack a joke about how she and Sarah would have matching scars.

The couple returned to the living room, glad that they had one less thing to worry about, and Stella fell back asleep.

Beside her, JJ smoked a joint. He watched as her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and fiddled with the ring on the necklace around his neck.

Whatever problems he had with Rafe Cameron before were nothing compared to what happened tonight. The Kook would get what was coming to him, that much JJ would make sure of.

And with another look at the girl he loved, he made the silent promise that he'd do everything in his power to make sure she'd never be hurt again.

RAE SPEAKS !

the pogues can't go one day without something bad happening to them, can they? not even a wedding

wooo, anyways... there were a lot of songs that were almost the song for chapter and i wanted to include them so here they are:
this is how you fall in love — jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler
daylight — taylor swift
if i could fly — one direction
golden thing — cody simpson
halley's comet - billie eilish