BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
and they drag them from place to place, f...
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𝟎𝟔𝟗. 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
pov ──── ariana grande
( i had a wild idea for this chapter one word: school)
warning: mature content, mention of abuse
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖩𝖮𝖧𝖭 𝖡 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨 𝖯𝖴𝖫𝖫 𝖴𝖯 𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖠𝖴 𝖳𝖮 𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖣 𝖩𝖩 𝖶𝖠𝖨𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖴𝖲．I've never been so glad to see his face, and while John B is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his best friend and sister are dating, I don't care right now. I need to be in his arms more than I need to breathe.
The moment I'm out of the Twinkie, JJ steps right up to me and pulls me flush against him, embracing me tightly. The impact at which he hugs me has me laughing, but I close my arms around him nonetheless, beyond relieved to have him this close to me. It's only been a couple hours but I've missed him a lot.
I really, really missed him.
I lean my face into his shoulder, practically melting into his touch. "Hi."
I feel him press his lips against the top of my head. "Hey, Sunshine. Are you okay?" He pulls away from me, grasping my face with his hands. I'm just about ready to kiss him when he swipes his thumb under my eye. "Have you──" He snaps his head over to John B as he rounds the Twinkie to reach us. "Why is she crying?"
I scoff, leaning my head into his hand. "JJ."
"Why are you crying?" he asks, not giving me the chance to answer before he asks my brother the same question. "Why is she crying, John B?"
"Hey." John B steps up beside me, holding his hands up defensively. "I didn't make her cry."
I gaze up at the boy I get to call mine in complete admiration. "JJ, he didn't make me cry. I'm okay, I promise. We just..." I shrug. "...talked."
"Talked?" JJ nods, not appearing to be convinced. His hands drop from my face, sliding down my arms before he pulls me into him. "He spill the beans? Tell you the truth about what's going on?"
