Hey guys! First chapter of the day, even though this was started yesterday. I answered one of your requests to do a crossover, even with not much faith in myself, because of your incredibly kind comments! Shout out to 234675V for not only requesting a crossover, but for really believing in me throughout this book. Thanks for all your support and have fun reading!
Avery asked, "What. Do you want. With Jameson."
"Not much," Anderson sighed, "just a certain something. Something for a friend of mine. I won't tell you exactly what I need, then it wouldn't be fun, you know?"
Avery calculated what he meant. She knew Anderson would never give her answers, and she knew he always did want to be a jokester. To prance through life with an unknowingly conscious to make things more, mysterious. More dangerous.
"I agree to your terms. But who is this friend of yours?" Avery asked. The person in question could answer what it is Anderson needed.
"A brother. Specifically, Aaron Warner, sir!" Anderson mocked, doing a fake salute.
Avery was confused. Anderson had a brother? And who the heck was Aaron Warner? She had to do research later.
"Ok. The deal is done. I need you to hack a camera of sorts. A camera with all videos of me. It's in special possession of the Hawthornes, and I'm afraid I need all of those videos deleted. I'll take you and your "brother" back to my manor to do it, but I'll have to disguise you as business folk. The Hawthornes will be in the plane and manor, so try not to be your stupid self," Avery explained, leaving out the fact why.
"Ok," Anderson said, "Just let me get my brother, it won't take long, I promise."
"Yeah, yeah," Avery muttered, deep in thought.
Anderson grinned and left for a few minutes. He came back with an almost identical version of himself, except this man seemed more cold, more calculated.
"Meet my depressing brother Aaron, say hi Aaron!" he said in a high pitched voice, like a mother trying to get their kid to cooperate.
Aaron just stared into her soul, emerald green eyes watching her every move until he held out his hand.
"Aaron Warner, but just call me Warner."
That's weird, Avery thought. But she couldn't let him know that.
"Avery Kylie Grambs, but your brother calls me Kylie," Avery greeted coldly. She tried to be as intimidating as possible, because if Warner didn't believe in her, the deal could be off.
Silencing all thoughts, they both shook hands, emerald eyes meeting forest ones.
Both of them were thinking the same thing however,
I don't trust them.
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Memories (The Inheritance Games)
FanficAvery Kylie Grambs, when she didn't talk with Max, had a camera that she always talked to while being recorded, like it was her personal diary. One day the Hawthorne brothers find it, and they laugh, scream, and cry as they watch videos of it every...
