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Just a little something that I thought would be fun for my TIG X AGGGTM crossover fic that I’m on. I would’ve posted the one of the first chapters of the AGAD portion if it, but this seemed more fun.

Who the fuck is this kid?

Evelyn Hastings (my character thingy i made 😉) and Jameson Hawthorne!

Synopsis: Thought Evelyn and Jameson had met once before, it was brief, too brief for a six-year-old to remember. As Evelyn and her family wind through the crowds of a Six Flags near their town, Jameson swoops in, stealing Evelyn away, not knowing a single thing about her. Was it fate? Were they destined to be friends forever? Who knows?

WC: 3.6k

A/N: I already have this in the actual book but “Evie” in this is not pronounced Eve-ee, it’s Ev-ee. Just a heads up cause I fucking hate the name Evie (Eve-ee) now. And this is kinda long for a first time write… well, my first post but wtv

Evelyn tried to stay close to her family, she really did, but the crowd was so dense, so pushy, it was hard to hold on to them. The Hastings were on yet another trip this summer break, another trip that could join the yearly Dubai trips and California trips that Evelyn bragged about to Pip, Cara, Connor, Zach, and Lauren. It wasn’t as far as her usual trips, but she was still happy to get out somewhere other than Fairview, that haunting town. The cracking of heads against desks, the crunching of leaves under a killers feet. But being out of town also meant being away from Priscilla, her favorite cat next to Monty.

Her parents, Max, and James slipped into the crowd in front of her, leaving her stranded in the park. Evelyn’s instincts kicked, trying to work her way through the crowd and to the front where she could message her parents or Max to explain where she was. Just as she could see the opening in the sea of people, a hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

When she stopped stumbling, she got a look at the back of her taker. His hair was short, slightly curly, dark. The boy seemed to be her age, his body skinny with that little muscle that comes with athletes.

Evelyn tried ripping her hand out of his grasp, but it only sent the two of them backwards. He whipped around, his eyes meeting hers. They were a deep green, gold flakes throughout the color.

“Who are you?” she shouted above the noise, her voice barely reaching a hearable level.

An enticing smirk spread across his face, drawing Evelyn in. “Maybe you’ll find out.”

His grip tightened, continuing to pull her through the crowd. She didn’t know where he was going, or why he was running, but he seemed to be fleeing something. Maybe someone. The long line of the swings came into view, but this mystery boy pushed past the line, a few curses and strike thrown at him.

“What the hell, dude!” one guy yelled.

When they ran into a mother and her children, her toddler started crying. “Young man! You can’t just cut in line like that! Where are your parents?”

That was a good question, where are his parents?

“Gambling probably,” he called over his shoulder, the woman’s face falling.

Now the question was how did he get here? Older sibling maybe? Just dropped off? Who knew?

Continuing to weave through the line, the two made their way to the front of the line as the mystery boy pulled some card out of his pocket, flashing it to the ride operator. His eyes widened, glancing over him as if not believing whatever was written on there. Barely catching the ride, the attendant reluctantly let them on. Luckily, there were two seats from next to each other, perfect for the two. They both climbed on, the ride starting just as they got their belts on.

Evelyn let the wind whip her hair as the chairs swung around, feeling free, that flying feeling like nothing else was there. It was nice to finally get that feeling again, she hadn’t gotten it since she climbed that tree, the tallest one she had climbed. But that was before the crunching leaves, the light conversation, Yale, how it looked— No, no. Not right now. The trees that swung in her backyard, the ones where she and Max had made a makeshift zip line without their parents permission.

The ride came down, bringing Evelyn’s high down with it. The boy waited as Evelyn got off, but her buzzing phone interrupted their escape. She pulled it out, Max’s contact scrolling across the screen.

“Don’t answer it!” the boy demanded, both urgency and adrenaline creeping into his voice.

Evelyn looked up at him, examining him closer. He didn’t look familiar, but the ride operator’s reaction before to the card meant that their was something special about the card, something special about him. Those green eyes stayed glued on her, waiting for her to shove her phone back in her pocket.

A barrage of footsteps came from the line, the people parting to let dark-clothed men through.

“Shit,” he hissed, grabbing Evelyn and running before she could put her phone back.

“There he is!” a gravelly voice shouted, the footsteps becoming more precise, trailing them.

Why are they being chased? Who is chasing them? Who the fuck is this kid?

They moved over by the carousel, pushing through the line again, but, this time, stopping and hiding in part of it. When the group of men stormed by, they climbed back through the sea, over the fences separating the sections of the line, and sprinted to another part of the park. The plan to throw off—what Evelyn was assuming to be—bodyguards had succeeded. But Evelyn’s mind wandered back to the men chasing them, then to the two people that she had just registered as sticking out from the group: A light blonde in too fancy of clothes for an amusement park, and a cowboy. Or, something like it.

Her mind continued to wander until they approached the ferris wheel, the tall structure towering over them. This longer ride would allow them some extra time, maybe even some time to relax. Another line cut and they were on the ride, sitting silently across from each other. It was a circular shaped compartment, could fit about four to five people.

Sometimes, they would look up at the same time, their eyes meeting briefly.

As they reached the peak of the ferris wheel, Evelyn finally decided to pop the question. “Who are you? Or, at least, what’s your name?”

The boy’s eyes came up, amused by her question. “Do you want this simply or-“

“Just say it,” she groaned.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. My name’s Jameson. That’s it.”

They sat, for a second, silence overcoming them again.

��Aren’t you going to ask me my name?” Evelyn suggested.

“There’s no point if I already know it, Evelyn Anastasia Hastings.” He shrugged, passing that off as some normal thing to say. Taken aback, Evelyn’s brows furrowed, her eyes narrowing on him. “Don’t look surprised,” he added, “not like you’re exactly not known.”

Andie and Sal. That’s what things always came down to with Evelyn. She was known for them, for being Sal’s friend, for being Andie’s friend, for having Sal at her house the night that Andie died.

But this kid seemed important, why would he know Evelyn?

“How do you know me? Like, what from?” Evelyn waited. “Oh, and what does that card say?”

His mouth twitched and then his face fell flat. “You don’t want to know where I know you from. I would say you wouldn’t like it.”

Evelyn heart fell flat, just like Jameson’s face.

“This card-“ he flicked it out of his pocket “-is just a fast pass thingy.” That last part sounded too casual for the rest. Was he playing with her? Had he been the entire time? Is his name even Jameson or did she just trust him blindly? Why did I follow this kid?

His face grew an expression again, reading her’s too well for her comfort. Her thought from before her confirmed by that mischievous look, one that told her he knew he had tricked her. She felt so small now, under his gaze. A laugh came from his throat, the sound more sinister to her than the boyish one the average ear would hear.

“Did you think I was serious?” he laughed, sending a stab into Evelyn’s chest. God, was she stupid. Trusting a teenage boy to drag her around an amusement park, especially when that boy seemed to be being chased by security or some shit. It was so stupid how blind she could be.

Swallowing back that sudden lump in her throat, that one that always appeared when she felt stupid, just a complete idiot, she spoke up, “How do you really know me then?”

He seemed to consider the question, sitting back and looking her up and down. “Look, I know you from TV. That’s practically it.”

“What’s the rest?”

“Hm?”

“Practically the rest,” she repeated, sending his words back at him.

He shrugged again, like it wasn’t weird he knew her from somewhere else other than the news. “Just other places, you know?”

“No, I don’t know.”

They were silent again, a tension between them. As the ride lowered again, she looked over the edge, spotting the men from before awkwardly standing in line behind a group of teenagers.

The question came back. “So who are you again? ‘Cause I can tell you’re not ‘just Jameson’.”

“We’re just kind of… unimportant.” Evelyn lifted a brow at him which earned a laugh. “You look like my brother. Freaky.”

“If you’re so unimportant, what’s with all those guys chasing you?” she asked.

Jameson crossed the compartment, leaning over next to her. “Well,” he pointed at the ground, “two of them are my brothers— both older than me. The dorky one in the fancy clothes is 364 days older than me. The other dork in the cowboy hat is seven years older than me.”

“Oh, really? My brother’s six years…” she trailed off, knowing he probably had her whole family engraved in his mind for this strange trick he was playing on her. “Why are your brothers chasing you?”

“Because I ran, I guess.” That didn’t seem like a full answer, especially with all his other answers.

Her eyes narrowed on him, but he seemed to be telling the truth. “Why’d you run?”

That question seems to excite him, or maybe confuse him. “For the thrill… Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Sure,” she said with a nod. She had known the adrenaline of running; she had just now. That high feeling on the swings, that same feeling up here so far in the air. The trees she’d climb swaying with her, the unstable branches being the most fun to be on. “I climb trees, other things too. My parents think I’ll fall to my death some day but I’ve got decent balance and will probably die some other way.”

His smile was soft now, understanding. “Yeah, trees are nice. We’ve got a treehouse back home. Pretty fun. There’s a zip line out of it!”

“I’ve always wanted a treehouse!”

Evelyn watched as the bodyguards/security people directed their gaze toward Evelyn and Jameson, pointing and shouting at them. Their words were unintelligible but she knew damn well they were trying to get them.

“What’s the highest tree you’ve fallen from?” Jameson spoke, looking as if he was adrenaline himself. He looked jittery, but not in a nervous way.

“Like 15-20 feet, or, at least that’s where I fell from.”

Jameson looked over to Evelyn, giving her a face that she couldn’t quite read. “So you can take a 15 foot fall?”

“I guess?”

Jameson took her hand, crossing the compartment that seemed like an enclosure now, now facing away from the line.

“When we get to 15-20 feet I’m going to climb over and jump from here, and when I let go, you follow, okay?” His voice was urgent, confusing her on whether he was actually scared or just on that high.

Evelyn nodded frantically, watching as Jameson calculated the distance from the ground. When it was to his liking, he climbed over the railing, leaving just his hands on the rail. Evelyn leaned over, looking at how far they really were. Her heart twisted, her stomach following in his spinning hurricane, even a subtle breeze nearly knocking her over.

Slowly, Jameson slipped off.

One finger off.

Two fingers off.

Four fingers off.

One hand gone.

Two hands gone.

Jameson’s falling body still seemed so controlled, weirdly controlled. Had this been some circus act she was dragged in to? Her heart continued the drop as Jameson did. If she couldn’t watch someone else do this, how would she do it herself?

He landed gracefully on the ground, not a single muscle tensing in pain, not a single flinch. Looking up to her, he squinted, shouting up to her.

“Come on, Evelyn!” He said, impatience crawling into his voice.

Reluctantly, she followed what he had done before, climbing over, one leg at a time, leaving just her shaky hands holding her.

Her fall wasn’t voluntary. And she didn’t expect the way she would fall. The sweat on her clammy hands pulled her further to the ground, eventually letting her go. Time seemed to slow as she fell, the shock of the suddenness taking over her as she froze. But she needed to do this quicker, react quicker. She didn’t want another dead Hastings so soon after the last, did she? In front of all these people?

Her feet hit the ground, her knees giving out under her. Coming up from hitting something on the ground, all she saw was Jameson’s hand reaching out before she could react. Her legs protested as they ran through the amusement park again, the people parting as they charged through.

“Where are we going?” Evelyn groaned, her legs dragging them behind.

“Just trust me,” Jameson said, not even looking back at her, “I know where we’re going.”

The crowd became scattered, moving closer to the entrance of the park. Their pace slowed, completely exiting the park and crossing the street, into some building around them.

“So, we’re just leaving?”

“Basically, yeah,” he said. “They probably think we’re still in the park. That will give us a lot of time.”

Sitting down under some random tree, Evelyn finally got a chance to get a good look at him. His eyes were still filled with that adrenaline, looking around the park anxiously. She, too, was anxious, she couldn’t blame him. The gold flecks shined brighter in this lighting, the sun hitting him perfectly. His dark, curly-ish hair was tousled from their race with whoever those people were, and his clothes reflected nothing of his supposed brothers.

But what stuck out was, why would both security and his brothers be chasing him if it was “just for the thrill”? There was no need for him to bring someone else in. No need to jump off a ferris wheel. Then what was that deeper reason? Why me?

Jameson’s less shaky hands pulled out his phone, beginning to aimlessly scroll. Evelyn thought it would be best to copy that, try to seem casual, not internally freaking out because the last her parents saw of her was getting dragged away and chased by security.

When she looked at her phone screen, she was at least ten missed calls from each of her parents, three from Max, and an abundance of texts asking where she was.

Today 12:13 PM

Max: where are you?

Max: and who is that kid?

Max: he seems pretty weird to me.

Max: kinda looked like a baby…

Today 1:03 PM

Max: Hello???

Max: mom and dad are really mad now…

Max: Evelyn???

Max: Evie??

Max: my little baby sister Evie McEvsters??

Max: Evelyn.

Max: Evelyn Hastings???

Max: Evelyn.

Max: Anastasia.

Max: Hastings.

Max: Where the fuck are you and what the actual fuck is going on???????

She set her phone back down, looking up at Jameson. Their eyes met, and she knew it was time to ask, yet again.

“If you don’t answer this truthfully I’m going to rat you out,” she spat, completely over her whole “nice stuff”. “Why are you being chased? Who are you? Why did you choose me? Did you choose me in purpose?” She rambled off the questions like her life depended on it, not giving him a chance to get the answers Evelyn so desperately seemed to need.

“Woah.” Jameson blinked slowly, holding his hands up at her, his next words coming out in a chuckled. “One question at a time.”

She took a deep breath, preparing herself, trying to keep herself sane. “Who are you?”

“James-“

“No.”

He sighed. “Okay, if you let me finish this time, I can tell you.”

She nodded.

“So, hello, my name is Jameson.” Evelyn sucked in a breath. “I’m, what, thirteen, twelve, whatever, and I’m from Texas. Me and my family—me, my four brothers, my grandfather, and our family friend— came here for a vacation. That’s basically it. I’m a kid from Texas with his family.”

“Then, why were you getting chased?” Why did he have to be so god damn unclear?

“Because I usually get in trouble everywhere I go. And I did again.”

“Am I the trouble you’re getting into?”

A smile broke on his face. “No, no. I stole something. My brothers weren’t happy, I ran, security followed.”

Her titled her head at him. “Why did you drag me into this then? I don’t know you, you clearly know me.”

He shrugged yet again. “I wanted to meet someone famous.”

Her eyes widened at that. Her? Famous? Yeah, people knew her, but really only within Fairview. She blushed slightly at that term. The idea of her being “famous”.

“I wouldn’t say I’m ‘famous’,” she said shyly.

“You are to me,” he chuckled. “And you’re kinda cute.”

Any emotion on her face dropped. “Are you one of those people who flirts with every person who will talk to them?”

He laughed louder this time, waving her off with a lazy hand. “No, no, I’m not.”

But that wasn’t believable enough for her. Before she could make a rebuttal, her phone buzzed, Max’s contact scrolling across her phone screen again. This time, she decided to answer.

“Evelyn! Oh my God, you finally answered,” Max gasped from the other end of the phone. She could hear a small whimper in the background a familiar one. It was James.

“Is James okay?” she asked, completely ignoring if Max had asked her something.

“I was about to tell you about that,” Max gritted through his teeth, a very sudden change in tone. He had always done that, been mad one second and happy and smiley the next. And, again, that tone changed. “James, Evie just called me. Do-“

“Evie?” James gasped, cutting Max off.

“Yeah, it’s Evie.” Evelyn could hear the smile in his voice, trying to cheer James up. She could hear the change of audio as she went onto speaker, the room they were in surprisingly quiet.

“Evie,” James’ small, broken voice said. “Where are you?”

Evelyn’s heart twisted, imagining his teary little face. “I’m with my friend, sweetheart.”

“Are, are,” he stuttered, “are my friends there?”

“No, I don’t think so, but my new friend can be your friend! Do you wanna talk to him?”

James sniffled from the other end of the line, rustling from his end indicating he now held the phone. “Hi, Evie’s new friend!” The audio was too loud, his mouth too close to the microphone.

Jameson looked to Evelyn, asking for approval with his eyes. She nodded, putting her phone on speaker too. “Hey, James, how are you?”

“Sad. I miss Evie,” he whined. “When will you bring her back?”

“When Evie wants to come back,” said Jameson, his face mischievous when he said the nickname.

James whined again from the other end of the phone, then huffed. “You better bring her back soon, or I’m gonna have a problem with you!”

Evelyn attempted to cover up a smile, but it was difficult when a three-year-old was threatening a 12-13 year old with “having a problem with him” if he didn’t bring his sister back.

“I’ll bring her back soon,” Jameson surrendered.

“You better do it now.” And with that, the phone hung up.

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“Evie!” James ran up to Evelyn’s legs, his arms wrapping around them. “I miss you, I miss you, I miss you!”

She knelt down, picking him up. “I missed you, too, buddy.”

His arms wrapped around her neck, bringing her closer to him, his face buried in her neck.

“I guess, I should probably leave now,” Jameson said, standing awkwardly under Max and her father’s gaze. Was he seriously intimidated by them? Yeah, Evelyn was, but why would Jameson be?

“Yeah,” she said, waving at him.

He turned around, walking to his group of people on the other side of the Help Desk area, but before he got far, he turned back around.

“Hey, Evelyn,” said Jameson. “Can I get your number? You know, so me and James can still be friends?”

James’ head raised at his name, scrunching up into a comically mad face when he realized it was Jameson.

“We are not friends.”

Evelyn couldn’t help the laugh that came out, burying her face in James’ hair. She took out her phone, opening to her phone number and facing it toward Jameson. He took out his phone, typing her phone number into his phone. Evelyn’s eyes traveled over his shoulder, meeting with a boy that looked her age.

He was taller, light blonde hair that blinded her when the sun from the sky lights reflected off of it. He was pale all over, just looked light, icy. He seemed to be watching them, his eyes fixated on her. Wait, she thought, that’s one of his brothers.

Jameson’s face covered her view of the boy, bringing her attention back to him.

“Okay, now I’m saying bye,” he laughed, waving and actually leaving this time.

James’ eyes stayed on him, his arms crossed in front of him. “I don’t like him.”

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The day’s events still ran through Evelyn’s mind as she laid on her hotel bed, James cuddled up beside her, her head laying on Max’s shoulder.

After her parents and Max had interrogated information out of her, they declared they’ll have to get a leash for her soon, similar to the one James wore in stores because he was too hyper for his own good.

He still ran through her mind that night, like they had that evening. Maybe he’d see him again, maybe not. And she still had yet to figure out who this kid was. Other than “Just Jameson”.

A/N: I’m back 😉😉 What do yall think? This took me a few days cause of school but whatever. I think it’s fun and yeah. If I feel like it, I might edit it later again and maybe add stuffffffff. Whatever yeah. TELL ME IF ANYTHINGS WRONG ABOUT THIS CAUSE I DIDNT PROOF READ IT!!!

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #the grandest game #the hawthorne legacy #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #writing

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