❝𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚❞
❝𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞
In which a London girl moves to Stoneybrook and meets the girl she met in the summer.
But nothing is all sweets and cream when the American girl t...
I'd like to apologize in advance for this chapter. And warn you to get some tissues. But I'm sorry I'd just like to move on, get a wife have a child you know?
Also listening to Only a Matter of Time by Joshua Bassett will give you ultimate vibe for reading this chapter.
Okay enjoy the chapter. Or don't. I don't know what you'll think before you read it. I'm not a wizard.
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Gwen held Kristy's arm while covering her eyes and Mary Anne holding her other arm while Claudia led the girls into Mary Anne's new room.
"Ready? Three, two, one!" The girls removed their hands and gasped in shock. Gwen looked around the room in shock, the room looked completely different than before, but not in a bad way.
"Oh, my God!" Stacey gasped. "This rug is my husband!"
"Congratulations," Gwen scoffed to which Stacey tried to say something but got interrupted.
"I love the purple! It's so..." Dawn began.
"Pop, yet regal." Claudia finished.
"Exactly!" Dawn smiled
"This looks like a room my mum stages for buyers, and that's a compliment," Kristy said.
"This pillow... I'm divorcing the rug and marrying this pillow," Stacey said with a straight face.
"I'm sorry mister rug, loves hard," Gwen said causing the girls to laugh while Gwen actually meant it.
"Mary Anne, what do you think?" Claudia asked the curly-headed girl.
"Uh, it's very purple, but great." She complimented. Gwen swung her arm around the girl and hugged her with the other girl soon joining. Gwen only soon noticed Mary Anne stare at the blank wall above her bed. Something wasn't right.
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Only a Matter of Time by Joshua Bassett was playing in the background as Gwen softly danced through her room like a fairy as she had paint on her hands and cheeks. She was painting a scenery while she was on facetime with her mother and Kingsley laid on her bed.
"How are you and that girl doing? Stacey was her name, right?" Islay asked her daughter as she dipped her paintbrush into some paint.
"Not good. We fought, she lied and told me to forget about you." Gwen replied while focusing on her painting.
