The tension in the living room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Amy stood by the doorway, arms crossed and eyes blazing with frustration. Jake, Y/N, and Hartley exchanged nervous glances, trying to find the right words.
"Come on, Amy, could we please just talk about this?" Y/N begged gently, stepping forward.
Amy's voice cracked, her anger bubbling to the surface. "I'll take that as a no." She stormed past them and up the stairs, leaving the trio standing awkwardly behind.
Jake rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. "She's upstairs. Still mad, huh?"
Y/N nodded, voice low. "Yeah. I baked a new batch of sorry-for-being-a-bad-friend cookies. Hopefully, that helps."
Hartley smirked as she pulled out a slightly crushed cookie from the counter. "You're still baking things to smooth things over with her?"
"Yeah," Y/N admitted sheepishly. "Do you think it's working?"
Hartley chuckled, biting into the cookie. "As a way to get back on her good side? No. As target practice? Absolutely."
"Where's the target?" Jake asked with a grin.
"Me," Hartley replied. "She almost knocked me out with one of your cinnamon buns yesterday."
Jake's smile faded. "Amy hasn't talked to me in days. I'm starting to think when she said I'm not her brother anymore, she really meant it."
Y/N's eyes softened. "I hate being on the outs with her, too. We insult each other like it's a weird way of hugging, but... that's us."
Hartley folded her arms. "None of this would have happened if you'd just told her you were hanging out with Starling, her biggest nemesis."
Jake pointed at Y/N. "Well, you didn't tell her either. You told me not to."
Y/N shrugged. "That's your fault for listening to me."
"Two mistakes in a row," Hartley teased.
Y/N held up her hands. "Amy, my bestest, goodest friend. It's a beautiful day to forgive and forget."
Amy's voice drifted down the stairs. "Save it. I just came down to get a cookie."
Y/N brightened. "Oh! Well, I just happen to have one." She handed over a store-bought cookie with a hopeful smile.
Jake spoke up, his voice sincere. "I feel horrible. I swear I was only keeping Jake's secret to protect him and your family. I should've told you from the start that I was talking with Starling."
Y/N's eyes glistened. "I know you're hurt. That was never my intention."
Hartley winced dramatically when Amy grabbed the cookie roughly. "Ow! Did that hurt?"
Amy smirked. "Yes, it did."
Jake stepped forward quickly. "I'm sorry. That was never my intention."
Y/N added softly, "I know you're mad, but thank you for not telling Mom and Dad everything."
"Why would I?" Amy scoffed. "I'm loyal to my brother."
She looked over at Colby, who shuffled into the room, noticeably older and a bit creaky. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go get a cookie and hang out with the brother who didn't betray me, even if he is an old man."
Colby muttered with a grin, "Anyone seen my adult diaper?"
Amy sighed contentedly. "Then again, there's nothing like alone time."
Hartley looked at Y/N, determination in her eyes. "Okay. This has gone on long enough. The only way I'm gonna get Amy back is to prove that I'm loyal to her."

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𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, COLBY MADDEN
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