𝟏𝟏𝟑.                            𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

i love you, i'm sorry ──── gracie abrams

☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 . . .

"𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖣𝖮 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖧𝖤'𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖮𝖭𝖤?"

I peer down at Matilda whose head rests on my lap, her tired eyes greeting mine. She's doing her best not to fall asleep, preferring to stay awake with me as she claims I'll be lonely if she goes away despite me being in a house full of people. While she should absolutely be asleep, I'm in no place to lecture her.

Besides, I imagine she'll crash out very soon.

Putting my pencil down and tucking it between the pages of my sketchbook, I place a hand upon her head, eyebrows pinched together. "What?"

"How do you know JJ is the one?"

"Hm." I press my lips together, making a small noise of understanding, my fingers pushing into her hair. "I just... know," I reply lamely, catching her eyes fluttering to a shut as she relaxes.

"That's a lame answer," she grumbles, a yawn slipping past her lips.

I smile, settling back into the sofa. "You're tired."

"Am not," she argues, doing her very best to defend herself but she's exhausted, that much is obvious, not that I can blame her. She's had a rough couple of days for a six-year-old, but that's why our group doesn't employ kids. What we do is not kid friendly, that's a fact.

Twirling a strand of her brown hair around my finger, I tug gently, earning a small mumble of incoherent words. "Matilda, go to sleep."

"No." She yawns again, much louder than she did before, and I try to refrain myself from yawning, but this kid is making me just as tired. "Tell me how you knew JJ was the one."

"Why? Is there somebody you like?" I tease, wondering if there's a certain somebody in her life, and if she'd tell me.

"W-What? No." I grin, watching her bring her hands over her face, obviously embarrassed as she attempts to cover the painfully obvious pink that dots her cheeks. "Shut up."

Deciding not to press as I would be just as embarrassed had somebody teased me at eight-years-old for my crush on JJ, I just move one of her hands from her face. "Okay. Sorry."

"You're avoiding answering," she states.

"I'm not avoiding answering. I have answered," I correct.

"That was a lame answer," she inputs, jutting her chin out. "I want the real answer, please."

I shake my head slowly, watching this kid with a newfound admiration. Here she is, completely exhausted, doing her damn best to stay awake by keeping me talking about something that no six-year-old should really care that much about, but I think, as well as wanting to stay awake, she actually wants to hear about it.

So deciding to play into this idea of her not ever going to sleep, I do as told.

I tell her the answer that is not as lame, but that is still lame in all honesty.

"Have you ever wanted something so badly that when it finally comes around, it's not what you expected at all..." The corner of my mouth tugs upwards as I'm brought back to that moment JJ fell onto one knee, hand in mine. "...it's better?"

She hums softly in approval. "I always wanted a dog," she tells, bringing a laugh out of my smile.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yup." She nods, nose scrunching. "I want a golden retriever."

"A golden retriever? Hm." I swipe my thumb across her forehead, pushing a loose strand of hair away, feeling so perfectly content to do this forever. "You know, JJ and I want to get a dog when all this shi... stuff is over, so, uh... m-maybe we can get a golden retriever."

Her eyes narrow, a fond smile upon her lips. "With me?"

I huff out a laugh, finding it sweet that, deep down, I think I'm doing just about anything to ensure that this girl remains in my life even if it doesn't seem ethical for her to stay in our messed up lives. I just can't imagine, now that I've got her, ever saying goodbye to her or not having her in my life. "Yeah, with you." I offer her a smile that is, of course, reciprocated. "You got a name?"

"Monty," she replies quickly, obviously having thought of a name prior this conversation.

My face scrunches, confused. "Monty?"

"It's my last name," she defends, catching the slight disdain in my voice at such a name for a dog like a golden retriever.

"That's... not your last name."

"Monty is short for Montgomery," she states like that's a well-known fact. Okay, maybe that is a well-known fact, I don't know. "Also, it's French and means mountain." Ah, this kid.

"Why Monty?" I ask.

"That's the name me and Mom were always going to name our dog if we ever got one," she tells, that familiar tenderness in her tone whenever she mentions her mother which is paired with a slight downturn of her lips and a gloss in her eyes.

Feeling slightly guilty for quietly hating on the name, I move my fingers through her hair affectionately and agree. "Okay. Monty it is," I say, realising it doesn't sound so bad for our future dog. I just hope JJ can get on board with it.

She sighs softly, tilting her head into my touch, eyes holding mine for a moment. "Thanks, Brooke," she chimes, yawning once again. "Now, you were saying..."

I exhale, head shaking. "Okay," I drawl, realising we drifted off into a discussion about dogs rather than talking about what she previously asked about in regard to JJ being the one for me. "But as lame as it sounds, I did just know."

"That is lame." She pouts, seeming to wish for a better answer than the truth.

"It's the truth," I correct. "I've known he was the one for me since I was eight-years-old."

"Eight?" she repeats, eyes unblinking and wide. "That's two years older than me."

"Yes, it is." I nod, realising it may seem insane to be in love with somebody at such a young age, to know that they're the one you're going to marry when you're older, but eight-year-old me was a little too fucked up to listen to solid advice about not falling in love.

"You really knew then?"

"Yeah." I smile fondly, recalling the moment we met one another. When I was introduced to him through John B, and eight-year-old me just fell in love from the moment our eyes met, welcoming one another in a way that told me we were going to be in one another's life for a long time.

Seems I was right as I'm still here, existing in his life while he exists in mine.

"How'd you know then?" Matilda inquires, going an extra mile just to stay awake.

"You're really trying not to fall asleep, huh?"

"I do want to know," she insists, placing harsh emphasis on her words. "Tell me."

"Okay. Okay." I bring my hand through her hair again, finding that it brings me an immense amount of comfort when she allows me to do such a simple, soothing thing like brush her hair with my fingers. Though, the more I do it, the more I can see her eyes wanting to invite sleep in.

I sigh, glancing down at her to find her tired eyes on me, waiting for more, and I realise what I can say. "It was his eyes," I tell her, watching her eyebrows pull together, likely confused by such a statement. "I-I, uh, noticed his eyes first, I guess, and even when I was only eight and I didn't even know what love really was, there was something about his eyes that had me in a chokehold."

"His eyes?"

"I love them," I clarify. "Eyes tell you a lot, just like yours are telling me that you're really f-ing tired." I laugh, catching her turn away as if to hide her tiredness from me. "They can tell you how a person feels before they explicitly tell you."

Her head falls back to where it previously was, her eyes capturing mine once again. "You think?"

"Oh, yeah." I nod slowly, bringing myself back to all those times I knew JJ was happy, sad, or in love before he ever said a thing. "They were what I fell in love with before I even really knew him."

"Wow," she exhales, sounding not the least bit interested, but I appreciate her listening even if I'm all for her falling asleep.

"It's all in the eyes, remember that, okay?"

"Okay," she utters, yawning again. "It's all in the eyes."

"Exactly."

"Have you and JJ been together for that long?" she then asks, surprising me because it seems she's getting closer and closer to being knocked out with sleep.

"Oh, no, definitely not." I shake my head, imagining we would've never survived had we been literal childhood sweethearts and started being together since the age of eight. "It took us a while to get to... here," I tell, laughing softly. "There was an overprotective brother, a thing with Kiara, and all this gold shit, but hey, we've now been together for... two years."

She lifts her head slightly, eyes squinting at me. "A thing with Kiara?"

I press my lips together, realising I probably shouldn't have said that. "Yeah. I'll explain when you're older, alright?"

I catch the slight upturn of her lips which resembles a similar smile I hold as I'm aware of what I just said. "Don't worry, I think I know what you mean," she speaks, bringing me out of my head about saying she'll have me to explain things when she's older.

"You shouldn't know what I mean."

She shrugs, pouting once again. "What can I say? I'm smart." That is very true, I'll give her that, so I'm not surprised she can work out the lines of my not-so-subtle comment.

"Well, that is why it took us some time to get to where we are now," I continue, leaning my head back against the sofa, fingers continuing to drag through her hair. "But I wouldn't change it. I mean, maybe I'd try and stop us from nearly dying a lot, but I think we needed all those things to get in the way so we could get to... here."

"That makes sense," she mumbles, sounding almost incoherent as sleep is beginning to absolutely take over.

"Good," I whisper, reopening my sketchbook and taking my pencil as there's nothing more I want to do more than draw. "Now go to sleep."

"Nuh-uh." Her head shakes, eyes closed. "I'm not tired."

I scoff. "Yeah, right."

She leans further into me, chasing the touch of my fingers in her hair. "Hey, Brooke."

"Hey, Matilda," I chime, mimicking her.

"Do you think you and JJ will be together forever?"

"Yeah," I reply. "Forever."

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 . . .

"𝖪𝖨𝖠𝖱𝖠，𝖣𝖮 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖯𝖧𝖮𝖭𝖤?"

We're now gathered at a beach we crash landed on after Rafe steered us out of the storm and to safety. Though safety is without two of our friends, so I don't know how safe we are really. John B has left to go and check out the beach, seeing if he can spot Sarah and JJ, but with every passing minute, the more we worry, afraid that we truly have lost both of them.

If I dwell on that fact for too long, I will keep on crying. It's why, hours after crash landing, I'm asking Kiara for her phone rather than searching with my brother because there's somebody I need to call.

Or at least try to call.

"Uh, yeah." She pushes her hand into her back pocket, retrieving her phone which luckily survived the treacherous storm. "Why?"

"Need to borrow it," I reply, offering no further information because I just need her to trust me and give me her phone. I really don't feel like explaining the reason, not when we have more pressing matters at hand right now that I so don't want to deal with until I've placed this call.

"Okay," she replies hesitantly, smacking her phone onto my palm.

"Thank you," I mutter, bowing my head before I step away, leaving to take the call away from my tense group who, obviously, are trying to deal with the fact that we just lost Sarah and JJ to a fucking storm.

I think my emotions are delayed, my tears long gone. Now I'm just focused on getting a message out because I'm really, really scared I won't be able to say anything to Matilda before going to Morocco to face... God knows what. I'm afraid I won't get my chance to tell her all she needs to hear before I leave to tackle this crown situation.

Life is short, that much I've realised, and while I don't believe Sarah and JJ are truly dead, I have no idea where they are and that petrifies me because all I want to do is find them and bring them back, but I don't even know where to begin looking.

Something tells me that JJ is okay, that he's going to be back in my arms shortly.

For now, I need to hold onto that belief as I place this call to a very, very important person.

I hit the call button, listening to it ring several times until I'm met by the crushing reality that Matilda is not at the house.

Voicemail. More specifically, Sarah's voicemail is repeated back to me, indicating that she isn't there to take the call. It then beeps, meaning I have the chance to leave my message which, for now, has to do.

While I'd prefer to say everything to her, over the answering machine is all I'm being offered so I'm going to have to take it.

Exhaling a shaky breath, I begin speaking as if she was standing right before me. "Hey, kid. I-I, uh, I hope you're okay," I start, swallowing down the emotion that is already beginning to claw at my throat. "Maybe you're asleep, I don't know. Maybe you're, um... maybe you're not there, I-I'm not sure, but I-I just wanted to, uh, you know, leave you a message just... just in case. I-I don't want you to think I forgot about you."

I'd never forget about her. Ever. For better, Matilda has made my life. However things turn out for us in the future, I need Matilda to know that I will never, not in any circumstances, forget about her and her influence on me.

"I'm sorry," I continue, voice cracking which is not ideal given that I have a lot to say and very little time to get it all out. "I'm so sorry. I-I mean, our lives, you know, they're shit. They are really, really shit." I let myself laugh, realising I owe her at least two dollars for my language. "Bedside drawer. There's a couple dollars in there, alright?"

I hope she's eating. I don't know what she'd be eating but I hope she's eating something. I also hope she's sleeping. I fucking hope she's okay, that she's fucking alive and breathing. Fuck.

"We're in Morocco," I tell, kicking my foot at the sand as a means to distract myself. "It's hot, like, really hot... Oh, if you could, can you pin it on the map for me because I forgot with all the... shit that happened which, again, I'm really sorry for, but I hope you got my sketchbook."

Even though I'd like to believe that Shoupe got my sketchbook to that treehouse, he could've just not bothered or she could've not even been hiding in there in the first place, I don't know. Either way, I hope there's a chance that she's received my sketchbook because, very shortly, depending on how things go in Morocco, that might be what she keeps to remember me.

Well, aren't I morbid?

"I-I hope you've been safe in the treehouse if that's where you are..." I sniffle, trying to picture her, only seeing her as alone and scared which is not what I wanted. "I hope that maybe the cops have left, and that you're just sleeping right now, I don't know. It's, like, two am there, I think, so you could just be asleep. God, I really hope you're just sleeping and that you'll get this message because, again, I don't want you to think that I just forgot about you."

I wouldn't blame her if she did think that. It's been weeks since I last saw her, the trip to Morocco being long and exhausting, and I haven't contacted her until now. Gee, how great am I?

"I'm so sorry," I press on, repeating myself. "You didn't deserve this. You're just a kid, Matilda. You should be at school. You should be living your life. You should be doing all the things kids get to do. Instead, you're running away from DCS, you've lost your mother and grandmother, and you're fucking alone right now. I-I mean, I'm so... I'm so fucking sorry, kid. I'm so sorry."

I shake my head, swiping my hand across my forehead as emotion nips at me once again, but I still have so much more to say. "I'd trade all this to be with you, I hope you know that," I speak, bottom lip trembling. "I'd say to hell with this crown if it meant being there with you because... because you're one of the greatest parts of my life, Matilda."

I feel a tear which, given how shitty things have been lately, I'm not all that surprised. From the minute JJ threw himself off the boat to crash landing on this beach, I sobbed into the arms of whoever held on. I only calmed down when we began trudging to land, realising we needed to stay put and hope that they'd find us.

I believe JJ and Sarah are out there, I really do.

Sure, it may sound insane given that they fell into the harsh waters of a fucking storm, but I do believe that they're alive. I feel it.

"Matilda, I love you." I cover my mouth, holding back a sob, not wanting her to think anything bad is currently happening. I ain't about to tell her about JJ and Sarah, not right now, so I say the only thing I haven't said yet. "I met you and I-I fucking fell in love with you."

I'm not lying, not in the slightest. I met Matilda just over a month ago, and I ended up making a best friend in such a short space of time. I ended up seeking comfort in a girl thirteen years younger than me. I mean, I didn't think that was possible, but I ended up imagining parts of my life with her in them.

That's how much I love her. I want to have her in my future, however that future may turn out.

"Remember when I said that it's all in the eyes?" She remembers just about everything, so I don't imagine she's forgotten. "Well, I said I fell for JJ's eyes before I even really knew him, right? Well, it was the same for you," I explain, recalling the day we met so vividly. "I met you in the middle of a panic attack and the minute I looked right into your eyes, I-I felt calmer, like I could be brought out from whatever panic I was having just because you were looking at me, so... it really is all about the eyes."

She and JJ have a very similar shade of blue in their eyes, I always realised that. Perhaps it's why I was so drawn into Matilda, seeing so much of JJ in her which, again, sounds completely crazy, I realise that, but let me be crazy.

"I wish I could see you right now," I say, beginning to walk as, once again, I need to distract myself and do anything but stand still and cry over all I've lost in such a short amount of time. "I think every problem we're having right now would be solved by your presence, kid."

I push my hand across my face, wiping my tears. "God, I really, really love you, okay? Please, please remember that. I am so lucky I met you. You've made my life... lighter from the minute you walked into it. You're an incredible kid, you really are, and I'm sorry you got caught up in all of this, but I swear to you that I will fix this. I will fix everything. I, uh..."

I swallow, head shaking slowly as I think back on what my head concocted while I was sitting and staring out to sea. "When I get home── When we get home, we will fix everything. You won't have to run from DCS, okay? I-I, uh, have an idea, alright? It's not the smartest idea, not by a long shot, but I have an idea on how I'm going to fix it. J-Just know that I-I'm here, I'm always here."

I peer up, eyes squinting as I catch the sun beginning to rise, and I'm reminded of something else I promised her. "Look to the sun, kid. I'm right there watching over you, I promise, just like your mom. I'm right there, but I swear I'm getting home to you, okay? I pinkie promised."

I look away from the sun, peering over my shoulder as I spot John B who seems to have returned from scoping out the area for JJ and Sarah, obviously coming up empty-handed. I should probably return to them, check in on John B who is going through just about every emotion I am going through because he didn't just lose Sarah, he lost his kid.

No, they have to be out there. They have to be.

"Okay, I love you, okay?" I say, needing to finish this message that I imagine is several minutes long but I pray she listens to each minute. "I-I don't know how long we'll be in Morocco... or how things are going to go here, but..." I swallow harshly, a thick truth being consumed as I realise I need to leave her with a final note. "...I-I need you to do something for me if things don't go so well, alright? I-I mean, I'd like to think that they will, but you know us, kid, things don't always go smoothly... so, uh..."

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears brimming my eyelids. "Under my bed, there's a shoebox, okay? There's a letter in there for JJ. I need you to tell him where that letter is just in case, b-but... that's just in case, Matilda. I promise we're going to do our best to stay safe because we need to get home to you. We will get home to you."

I will get home. I have to get home with every single person who brought us here── with JJ, John B, Sarah, Kiara, Emory, Pope and Cleo. Hell, even Rafe needs to get home with us.

We're coming home. We are.

"I love you, Matilda. Stay safe. I'll be home soon."

I bring the phone back, hanging up and sealing the message to Sarah's phone in the hopes that Matilda will find it if she goes to the house or if she wakes up. I really hope she's just sleeping and that she'll find it, but if that's not the case, I hope she's finds the message somehow.

I then move back to my friends, expecting to hear the devastating news that John B couldn't find JJ and Sarah, but I'm instead witness to an argument erupting between Emory and John B.

"You knew he was drunk. You knew he was going through something, that he was on some kind of suicide mission, but you didn't care. You just fucking stood there!" Emory shouts, shoving Kiara's hand away as she tries to mediate. "She's your wife and you just stood there! Who does that?"

John B opens his mouth, likely going to defend himself, but Emory is unleashing each and every piece of frustration and displaying it on my brother. "I swear, if my brother is dead, I am dragging you right into that fucking ocean with me, Routledge."

"Hey," I shout, not appreciating that she's taking all her anger out on John B.

"It should be you in there, not him," Emory spits out, barging past him and me.

Kiara sighs, offering John B a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. She's just..." Defending her brother.

Kiara moves away, going to follow after her girlfriend, and the rest of us are left to stand in a circle, emotions high and feelings tense. I move to John B, sliding my hand against his arm, my eyes tugging onto the gold rings that adorn my finger, reminding me that I'm supposed to be marrying the boy who said he didn't want to marry me anymore.

I exhale a breath, feeling like I could cry all over again. "We'll find them," I say to myself and to him, but I definitely say it more for my own sake. "We'll find them."

JJ, come back to me, you bastard.

John B's arm slots over my shoulders and I'm brought right back into the comfort of my brother who, despite being sniped at by Emory, is open to just existing right now. Had he been in the water, I would've reacted the exact same way. I can't lose the other half of me as he so generously put it.

But I also can't lose my entire heart that's currently sweeping along the water, hopefully still beating and remaining alive for me.

"We'll find them," I repeat, looking to the sun just like Matilda would tell me to.

Maybe he is looking to the sun too.

We spend the entire day searching for them, coming up empty once again. We then settle down for the night, insisting that we'll look when first light rolls around. I spend the entire day watching the sun lift and then lower, and I don't receive a single call from Matilda nor a single sign from JJ.

No, I instead sit at the fire we made with my head hung low, my fingers playing at the sand as I let myself draw, doing just about anything to stop myself from spiralling and crying.

When the first light comes, I'm on my feet first, the lack of sleep evident as I begin to separate from my friends, my brother following me as we move away with the hopes of finding JJ and Sarah, something in me shouting that we will find them today.

John B keeps his arm around me, both of us using the other as a lifeline. We cling on, needing to anchor ourselves before we throw ourselves into the water in the hopes of finding them that way.

"Guys!" Emory calls, bringing herself up, her eyes focused on whatever is way ahead. "Look..." Turning away from her, John B and I stare forward to find two figures way in the distance that look too good to be true, and I try to figure out if I'm hallucinating but everybody sees the two figures, right?

I look up at John B, mouth slightly agape. "Let's go," I utter, needing this to be what I think it is.

Moving across the sand, we alternate between running and walking quickly, our friends not too far behind us, Emory closer than the others as she has been on edge ever since JJ started downing every kind of alcohol he could get his hands on.

We inch closer, and the more we do, the more I begin to realise that this is what I know it is── it's a fucking miracle. I think, from this far back, my eyes fall on the eyes that I fell in love with eleven years ago, and to just see them from this far back is enough for me given that I thought I'd never, ever get the chance to look at him again.

Breaking out into a sprint, I run ahead of my brother, moving to JJ while he goes to Sarah, both of us embracing our partners in the tightest embrace. I crash my body into JJ's as hard as I can, the force nearly knocking him on his ass as I close my arms around him, squeezing as tightly as possible just in case I'm dreaming.

No, he's real. He's all real.

I then unleash. Every emotion, every horrifying thought, and every wound rips out of me, displaying in a string of sobs and loud cries that have JJ clinging onto me, lifting me ever so slightly to better the hug.

"You're okay," I cry, face burying into his shoulder, and I let myself breathe him in, so fucking relieved that I'm allowed to feel him again after I lost him. "You're okay."

"I'm sorry," he breathes out, sealing a kiss to my temple. "I'm so fucking sorry." I bring myself back slightly, my feet now touching the sand as I look to him, our eyes greeting one another home while his arms remain securely around me.

"N-No, I'm sorry. I-I just wanted to──"

"I know, and I-I shouldn't have pushed you away. I-I was an idiot." He slides his hands up, cupping my face tightly. "Of course I wanna marry you. I am going to marry you. I love you, Brooke. I really, really fucking love you, and I have for eleven years, so I-I'm sorry that I upset you. I'm sorry that I pushed you away. I'm sor──"

I shut him up, my mouth covering his in a sweet, much needed kiss that confirms that he's completely real, that he's completely here, that he's completely mine. I hold his face in my hands too, fingers pressing against the pulse point in his neck that beats steadily.

I bring my face back, exhaling a short laugh. "Damn right you're gonna marry me, Maybank."

"I love you, Sunshine."

"I love you," I cry, swiping my thumb over his cheekbone. "I love you so much, you fucking idiot."

"I am a fucking idiot."

"The biggest," Emory chimes, speaking up behind us, and I pry myself away from him, allowing his sister to step up. "Don't do that shit again." She crashes herself into him, also embracing him in a hug that I know she desperately needed.

Surprised, JJ returns the embrace, hugging her just as tightly as he hugged me. "Sorry," he mutters. "I was a dick."

"Yeah, you were," she mumbles, and I hear a crack in her voice as she hugs her little brother. When she brings herself back, she pats a hand against his face, smiling sadly. "Don't ever do that again, alright, or at least give me some kind of warning, dickhead."

He nods, lips pressed together. "Got it."

Before I get the chance to step back into JJ, my brother moves by me to wrap his arms around his best friend, bringing him into a hug that I had not expected, but JJ did aid in saving his wife and baby so I think a hug is needed.

I smile, relieved to find that my boys aren't fighting anymore, that they can work on making everything right again as I hated every second of that fucking boat journey.

"Brothers for life," John B says, keeping his arms around JJ── his brother, if you will.

JJ's eyes close as he allows himself to accept the embrace that he absolutely deserves. I even let myself cry, the interaction between my brother and soon-to-be-husband the sweetest of them all. I wipe the tears away, stepping forward as JJ holds out a free arm to crush me right into the middle of their hug as, for such a long time, it was just the three of us.

It was Dumb and Dumber and Brooke.

Now, however, I couldn't ask for anything more because now there's nine of us (if you include Matilda which you should, by the way) and I'm grateful for each and every one of them.

I look to the sun as I peer past JJ, head pressed to his shoulder, smiling for the first time in weeks.

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❀ soph speaks

ah brooke and jj :')

now you will hear back from matilda before the end of this act, ill say that for now

this is also not edited btw so if there's errors or whatever i do apologise i was very lazy when doing this chapter

thankyou for reading!!