"i love you"
"do you love me or the fries"
"fries. my love for you is debatable"
"john b, wanna get married?"
"hey!"
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jj and sydeny have been best friends forever. when the two grow up they flirt meaningless but they other doesn't know how much...
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JJ and I walked over to the chateau after I cleaned myself up. Once we got there JJ told Kiara and Pope what happened. "And we were right outside like this-" he said as he moved to the brick wall on the porch, "-And all we hear is just, 'Bam! Bam! Bam!-'" I flinched when he suddenly raised his voice. John B noticed my quietness. He put his arm on my shoulder, slightly squeezing it reassuringly.
"-Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside. Alright? And I'm just looking at him, like--Wait first off, look at this shit. Look at it." JJ walked over to me. I was looking down at my lap, swiping the gold ring on my finger, nervously. JJ shook his hair with his hand trying to get the paint out of it as evidence. Kiara scoffed and looked at him with disgust, "That's dandruff, Syd how did you stand that?" I looked up hearing my name being called. I looked at John B then Kiara, "U-uh sorry w-what did you say?" I asked her. Kiara sighed, "I said, 'how did you stand JJ shaking the 'paint'-" she raised her fingers making quotes as she said paint, "-onto your lap'?" I looked down, "Um I-" I raised my head and looked at JJ. He was looking at me concerned. I shook my head discreetly, "I'm sorry I can't-'' I got up from the couch and pushed open the fly screen door walking outside.
I heard Pope call out for me and then JJ stopped him, "Just leave her. She needs space." I was thankful that he understood how I was feeling. Anger. Sadness. Rage. I wanted to punch and wall and cry but as my mother said 'crying is for the weak' and at this moment in time I had to prove her wrong. That I wasn't weak. That I was strong. I walked over to the hammock, carefully getting in and leaning back and closing my eyes. I needed to rest. I needed to be calm for just a moment. I needed to dream of a place where everything was fine. But in reality it was the exact opposite.
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"Princess. Princess," I looked up at my father. He was smiling down at me. He reached his hand out, "Want to have a tea party?" I nodded, smiling "Yes!" He chuckled. I took his large hand as he led me to the lounge room. A tea party was set up, only everything was covered in red. Blood. I looked up at my father, "Papa what is going on?" my father smiled down at me wickedly, "Nothing. Let's go have some tea." He walked over to the left side of the picnic space sitting down. I walked over to the opposite side of him, sitting down. He picked up the tea jug. The normal white flowery tea jug is covered with splats with blood. He smirked, "Would you like some tea Sydney?" I gulped and nodded. I couldn't speak. It was as if the words had been knocked out of me. He poured the tea into the white flowery mug which was part of the same set as the tea jug. I picked up the tea mug and took a sip of the tea. As soon as the liquid was in my mouth I spat it out. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked down at the blood smeared on my hand. I gasped. I picked up the mug and looked in it. Blood. It was a tea mug full of blood. My father chuckled. I looked up at him. He had cuts and blood all over his face. He reached out for me smirking, "Come to Papa," his eyes darkened. I screamed as loud as I could.
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I gasped sitting up in the hammock. I heard screaming and glass shattering. Just like at Ms Lana's. I gasped, "JJ." I got up out of the hammock and ran towards the porch. I walked up onto the porch as I heard a gunshot. I covered my ears and hid behind a wall.
