Hi guys!
So, exams are over and I feel so relived! But… there are few subjects that are postponed sadly. ):
But anyway, I made a one-shot story entitled ‘22’! READ IT! And tell me what you think about it. I published it before but I deleted it immediately so now that I re-published it, you can read it!! GO! GO!
It’s also dedicated for the Swifties since I based the title of the story to Taylor’s song ‘22’
You can read it if you want!
Here’s the chapter I promised to update and I hope you’ll like it!
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-Jeanne
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Recap:
“Okay, whatever” I mumbled, feeling my face contort to normal. I don’t want him to see me cry for a stupid suspicion of nothing.
He smiled back the same way and we continued walking.
All I can think was, that was an awkweird moment, I didn’t even know what happened.
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Chapter 8: An Eventful Evening [Part 1]
While we got nearer, I noticed some crewmen carrying something that looked like a machine and putting it inside the house.
“What’s going on?” I asked one man whose back was facing me. He was wearing a dark jeans and a grey crumpled t-shirt.
He turned around and I gasped, immediately hugging him. “James! Oh my gosh! I miss you!” I exclaimed hugging my brother tighter.
He chuckled and hugged me back swaying from side to side. “I miss you too little sister” he murmured in my hair.
I scowled at his nickname for me. He first called me little sister as far as I can remember. Maybe since I was born, I don’t know because you can’t really hear immediately when you’re still a new born baby right? It’s ridiculous if you do.
He only chuckled in response pulling back with a smile matching mine, and then he turned to Zech “Hey, man” he offered his hand to Zech.
“Hey” he replied shaking his hand then doing the ‘man to man hug’.
I scoffed “How clinch” I muttered. A smirk playing on my face.
Zech and my brother really get along well. Almost all the time actually, sometimes I think they’re brothers not ‘best buddies’.
“Oh, don’t worry little sister, I’m still your brother” Zech cooed playfully, mussing my hair.
I scowled at him “You’re not my brother, obviously” I stated.
“Aww.. That hurts little sister” he put a hand on his chest dramatically making a sad face. He looks….cute.
I smiled. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” I cried playfully. Pinching his cheeks, I cooed “You’re sooooo cute when you make that face by the way” I continued pinching his cheeks distorting it up and down.
When I realized what I said, my face heat up and I lessen my force pinching his cheeks. Then I stopped and patted his cheeks with both hands awkwardly.

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