Lost and Found || A Hamilton Cast Fanfiction

chapter twenty two

Oakley's POV

As we're about five minutes away from the store I'm not being informed of, I get a call from a random New York City number.

"Do any of you guys know a 212 number?" I ask, wondering if it might be Lin or Thayne.

"Let me see," Renée says as she takes my ringing phone, "Oh, it's Groff! Hi Groff!" She says, picking up the phone. She eventually hands it over after arguing with Groff, and I'm slightly confused.

"Hey Groff, not that I don't love you, but why are you calling me?" I ask, clueless as to why Groff is calling me. I haven't talked to him all that much, but I definitely know that we'll end up growing close as time goes by.

"I'm not sure if you can hear that barking in the background, but I have your dog here. Lin thought it would be better for me to take him until we got you back from the orphanage, and we can work something out soon. Max is the best wittle puppy ever!" He says, talking to Max towards the end, I assume.

"Good, I kinda forgot that I brought him with me but, as long as he's in good hands you can keep him for awhile. I don't really know if Lin will want another dog running around his apartment." I explain, not wanting my dog to be a burden to Lin. I'll still get to see Max a lot, since Groff and Lin are closer than ever, just not as much as I would if he lived with us.

"Okay, I gotta go. Mister Max over here wants to take a walk. Bye Oak!" He shouts, then ends the call.

"Alright ladies, we're here. I just gotta find a parking spot or garage and then we'll make our way inside." Vanessa explains.

"Can you guys tell me where you're taking me now?" I ask, eager to find out our first stop.

"That, my dear, we can't tell you. It'll only be a few more minutes." Renée says. We finally park at a parking garage, then find Alysha, Jazzy, and Pippa at the bottom level.

"Okay, where are we going?" Alysha asks, skipping towards me.

"That's what I've been trying to figure out! Do you guys want to let the secret loose yet?" I ask, desperately wanting to know where they're taking me.

"Fine! We're taking you to a store called Brandy Melville. It's definitely your style." Renée confesses, leaving Jazzy and Pippa squealing with excitement. They're saying how everything there 'totally matches my aesthetic' and 'will look twelve out of ten' on me. We walk in, and I have a look around at their selection. They're right, all of this stuff really is my style.