When The War Is Over #wattys2016

Chapter 23

Andrea's POV

It had been a day since we arrived at Philadelphia. Yesterday, after saying hi to Laurel, we went inside her house and we saw Kay. Believe it or not, Kay was actually happy to see us. As soon as Brent finished his apology rant, Kay just gave him a weird look and laughed at him; and they made up. Kay didn't seem like the kinda guy to hold an grudge after I properly met him. In fact he was a really fun guy and we talked for hours.

Then we went to our hotel, which was like twenty minutes away from Laurel and Kay's home, we just went to sleep because we already showered when we got there earlier.

Everyone woke up happy this morning, even Brent. And he had been so depressed lately, I was so happy to finally see him smile. Jace couldn't wait for today because he and Laurel were gonna eat pizza (weirdos). Mason, for some reason, didn't seem to like Kay. The boy could play the role of the loving friend but I knew his characters like the back of my hand. Felicity, was really happy as well. She kept smiling and today morning she wouldn't stop talking about how cute Kay is. I mean yeah he's hot but there are more important things in life.

I was also really happy. Felicity and I had been talking much more than usual since we fought and it had only been a day.

Right now, we were at Starbucks with the guys or 'the posse' as Jace had started calling us. He and Kay watched pretty little liars yesterday and they wouldn't stop calling us a posse. Don't even ask me what's wrong with those boys.

"So, how far have you guys gone?" Mason asked.

"Well, we discovered that there are only like ten Hope's Child Orphanages in this part of Philadelphia. So far, we've gone to seven-" Kay started.

"And there are only three left. So, you want us to split in groups to cover more ground faster-" Jace interrupted.

"And since we're seven, we can split into one group of three and two groups of two. Some will go to the East while others to the west and others to the North," Laurel finished the sentence and the three of them high fived.

"Wow, such chemistry," I said flatly and everyone laughed.

"You three should go together," Felicity said.

"Then I can go with Brent..."

"And I can go with Mason," Felicity finished and we fist bumped. Laurel shook her head in confusion.

"Wait, shouldn't it be the other way around?" she asked. Felicity and I looked at each other awkwardly and Laurel shook her head understanding that we would tell her about it later. There was some silence for a while before Laurel and Jace finally broke the ice.

"Let's go to pizza hut and get some pizza!" they yelled at the same time and everyone stared at them before laughing.

"Alright you little monsters, we'll go get Pizza," Brent said.

"Yay," they said.

"But not now," he finished.

"Aww," they pouted.

"We have to figure out who's going where," he said.

"We'll go north, you and your Angel go west and Mase and princess go East. There, sorted. Now, let's go get pizza," Jace said and we all laughed.

"Dude, its eleven thirty am," Brent said.

"So? Its brunch. Let's go," Laurel said and we got up to leave. God help these two. I wonder how they aren't fat yet.
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"I still don't understand why you wanted to go with me," Brent said for like the hundredth time.

"I just wanted to hang out with you. I've been hanging out with Mason a lot and I just wanted to spend some time with you," I replied as we reached the orphanage gate.

"Hello. Are you are here to see someone?" a guy at the gate asked.

"Um, yeah. Can we please ask the receptionist some questions? Its about a boy that you might know," I said. Luckily, Brent had taken a picture of the kid before he gave him up to the orphanage, so we had a lead.

"Alright. Wait a sec," he said and opened the gate for us. He was a dark skinned man with soft looking dark brown hair. He smiled at us and wished us a nice day. He was a handsome guy.

"Hello Madam," I said looking at the receptionist. She looked about fifty or sixty.

"Hello dear. How may I help you?" she asked with a kind smile.

"I really need to ask you a question. Its about a boy that could have possibly been sent to this orphanage five years ago. His name is Jordan Cooper and he should be five by now. Here's a picture of him as a baby," I said and showed her the picture.

"Oh, little Jordy!" she exclaimed happily. I could tell that she knew him and I had to stop myself from doing a happy dance.

"That boy was my favorite kid here. He was just so cute and nice and respectful. He never took anything for granted and he never wanted more, he was always so appreciative. You know, most kids were always crying and complaining about their lives and they always wanted more, but he was always happy with what he had," she said and sighed.

"You're saying he was. What happened to him? Why are you speaking in past tense?" I asked feeling very worried.

"He was adopted three years ago. A nice family of three took him in. A father, a mother and their daughter. The daughter was only nineteen, and five months after they took him in, the parents died in a car crash. Poor little thing, the girl has been taking care of him ever since. She's around your age by now, if you're twenty two," she said.

"Yeah, I-I'm twenty two," I said, still in shock from what I just heard. Poor Jordan and poor girl.

"May I ask why you're looking for him?" the woman asked suspectedly looking at us.

"He's my nephew," Brent said and her eyes widened.

"You're the gentle man who dropped him off five years ago? Oh my, how you've grown. You look a lot handsomer than you were the last time that you were here. And you've gotten taller," she said and Brent smiled.

"Thank you," he said.

"And she must be your fiancé, am I right?" she asked and I shook my head.

"N-no, w-were just f-friends," I said. Why was I stuttering like an idiot?

"If you say so," she said wagging her eyebrows. "Well, I have the girl's address if you want to see the boy."

"Yes. That would be great!" Brent exclaimed and I almost laughed.

"Alright love, calm down," the Lady said and I heard a bit of a British accent. "Oh and by the way, the girl's name is Camila Flores, she's Colombian. Oh, and I'm Mildred," the lady smiled.

"I'm Brent and this is Andrea," Brent answered and the Lady smiled before walking away.

I immediately got my phone and started typing in a phone number. It rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello?" Laurel answered.

"I know where your baby is. I'll text you the address in a few minutes. Laurel, your boy is finally gonna come home," I said and I heard Laurel scream. I could tell she was happy.
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