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┊ ➶ 。˚ ° s2; chapter six, act two ✧

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┊ ➶ 。˚ ° s2; chapter six, act two
.*✎ a swerve and a ... cheek kiss ?

NOVEMBER 4TH, 1984

translations google translate used so may be inaccurate :
ma jolie fille : my pretty girl
moi : me
notre chat : our cat
épouses : wives

who would've guess,, jonathan and wendy friendship 🫢

if i had a pound for every time wendy and max were about to kiss but got interrupted, i'd be rich. sorry lovelies

sorry this chapter is all over the place and crazy, so sorry for that. and my writing is a little icky let's ignore that!!

⸺ 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, freshening herself up after all

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⸺ 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, freshening herself up after all . . . that. and the first thing she noticed was jonathan sitting by the couch where will ; rubbing his temple with his thumb and whispering to him softly.

wendy stared at the sight in awe, a sad smile brought to her face as she slowly walked over there; her sneakers making a few light taps as she did.

" hey. " wendy walked past nancy, bending down next to jonathan and placing her hand over his.

" i, uhm, i'm sorry. " wen tucked a few of the loose hairs that fell out her braids during the chaos behind her ear.

" it's okay. " he barley mumbled, looking back down at wills comatose body.

" i'm wendy, i really like your brother. not in that way, i think he's the sweetest boy i've met. and i barley talked to him. " she explained, finally catching his eye and he looked over at her.

" wendy ? the one who made the living boy drawing ? " he asked, remembering wills coming home with a smile on his face showing jonathan the drawing that some strange 'wendy' made for him.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒, max mayfieldWhere stories live. Discover now