SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Covent Garden

TW: How long did SVN really  spend in Covent Garden?, Maiya gets lost, John and Aimie look after her, Maiya gets lost in the middle of London and abuses the Stranger Danger rule, poor Grace, Aimie loses her phone and misses Genesis too much, she also gets bullied by Wolfie, Grace learned four sciences Aimie's slept with the entire band except for Lexi, Aimie hates people, Millie's a walking genius, Natalie has a dirty mind, hospitals again, lil but of the old London Underground system for ya, Lexi's a timekeeper, Millie can no longer have kids, she's also detective, I will say it again- poor Grace, there's blood, Millie's a bit violent, Aimie * John but also Aimie * Grace because Aimie's a naughty little fuck, workouts to Feliz Navidad, oh my lord alright that's it hopefully

Excluding this text, this story is 6666 words long. Jaye'J loves angel numbers, doesn't she?

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"I got arrested for being so cool."

"The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence."

The three women cackled at an embarrassed Millie, and high fived a proud Maiya.

"Haha very funny."

"Do you wish Aimie was here to protect you?"

"...yes."

"WHO'S THE BABY NOW?"

"Still you, lil Mai."

The four good for nothings of SVN were walking aimlessly around Covent Garden. Aimie said she was working, but was probably lying in bed at the theatre with John all day. Jaye'J was busy doing Millennials, but unlike Aimie they were sure she wasn't lying. Alexia was looking after her son and didn't have time for the other kids she ended up in a band with.

Since the parents left the vicinity, no one was there to stop the young'uns from going absolutely mental.

"SUSHI SAMBA!" Millie shouted. "I NEED TO SAMBA IN FRONT OF IT! NATALIE! GIVE ME THE PHONE!"

Natalie pulled out the SVN phone (basically Aimie's old phone) and threw it at Millie.

"Yeah calm down NatNat! Aimie can't keep breaking her phones for us," Grace shook her head.

Millie did her dance and threw the phone back, ignoring Natalie's lousy hand-eye coordination. They ignored the cracks in the glass.

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"Guys, I love central London 'n' shit, but I'm hungry," Maiya said, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"What are you doing? You're wearing sunglasses."

"Makes me look fatigued."

"I think that's Maiya's word for the day," Millie said. "I mean, she does know more Spanish than English."

"Me gusta la discoteca porque es muy divertido," Grace said. "I don't know what it means but it sounds cool."

"Lo pasé bomba sounds pretty dodgy," Maiya said.

"I walked a bomb?" Millie guessed.

"I had a great time..."

"Oh."

"Well I hate Spanish," Natalie scowled.

"Why?"

"Too hard. What the fuck is a reflexive verb?"

"A verb which is done to yourself."

"Masturbation."
"Natalie."

"Well Natalie's not wrong-"
"OH OF COURSE SHE-"
"GRACE CALM THE FUCK DOWN."

"...As I was saying," Maiya said, shifting herself away from Millie and Grace, "what you said is also a reflexive verb. Like, waking yourself up... cleaning yourself... to-"

"Touching your-"
"That's enough, Natalie. There are kids around here."

"I hope you aren't referring to me," Maiya pouted.

"It's a weekday. Do you see any other kids here?"