#Can't help but think about that tweet now like 'I'll be in an accident and open Twitter first thing'

[they-call-me-hippie]

Guess who almost died in a car crash

[zredarts]

HEY HEY GHESTIE CONGRATS MR DEWDROP LOVED YOUR STICKER AND PUT IT ON HIS GUITAR IM SURE HE LOVES IT HES LIKE OH THANK YOU GOOD JOB ITS SO CUTE

HI HI! why thank you! Everyone is being so nice about this, its very warming since i didn't even know he would do this.

I already talked about it on twitter, but i think I'mma go into detail here for those who have no twitter, and also because i have more space for rants.

For starters, im a very anxious person. I am aware of everything and everyone in my surroundings, and i don't like to bother people. Miraculously, i made some friends there and they helped me be more comfortable (this was my first concert ever, not even first ritual just concert in general). I tried showing Sodo my sticker during ritual, but to no avail he didn't see it, and i don't blame him it must be hard to see with that mask, and i was in an awkward place (between middle and right stage, front row). One of his picks also accidentally hit me in the face but thats another topic lol

After ritual they tweeted about some event going on. We decided to go check it out since they said they'll be around. I didn't think we would see them but sure enough they arrived to take a look a bit later. My mind was set on giving him the sticker because it was now or never, but i didn't feel comfortable doing so, and so my friends just pushed me near him. I was afraid he would reject it, and at first i felt like i was being a bother, but as soon as he realized i was handing him a sticker his face just lighted up with a smile. I still remember his exact words when he went to grab it. He thanked me, looked it for a bit and said it was adorable. When i tell you this man was the sweetest and spoke to me softly im not exaggerating, he was such a sweetheart. After that i had to leave immediately because again, insecurities and i was shaking very badly so i turned around and went back to my spot. I dunno if he wanted to say something about it, cuz when i looked back he had come closer to my friends and they were talking about something. They left soon after, i think they went to see another concert playing on that venue.

That said, i was certainly sure he may have lost the sticker because of how many people were there and the probability of it falling on accident, and i forgot to give him a backup. I didn't mind if he would have lost it, it was just a sticker after all, but almost a week later i get a message at 3 am from a fan (if you're reading this, thank you so much i wouldn't have known without you) who recognized the sticker from my Instagram story. I didn't have words, i actually was mentally denying the fact it could be my sticker because thats such a great honor. I saw all the comments from people saying that was so on brand for him and that the sticker was cute and it really made me feel nice about it. Even now i still can't believe he liked it enough to be like welp this is going on the guitar lmao

It goes to show how a simple gesture as using a sticker can mean so much for others, and in this case it really made me feel more confident about it. It makes me wish i could thank him for it, a proper thank you. Seeing how they said they had one of the best tours at my ritual, im sure they're gonna come back at some point, so hopefully by then I'll be able to thank him properly, because this not only helped me with my own self esteem, but also with my art career, as seen as people really liked it and would want stickers too.

And thats what I'll do, hopefully my adhd allows me to lol. But thats basically the gist of it, sorry for the long rant. Theres so much that went on, and so much going on in my mind. I appreciate everyone who's spreading the word, and all the kind words about it. And i appreciate Dew for giving my sticker a special place in his heart. Thank you for reading

[themoonsbride]

love to hear that you also love counterfeit!jamie because him>>>

since we all love him i would love to request a one-shot where he is y/n's best friend and she is in love with him but she thinks that he doesn't feel the same, and one day on her birthday when he has a concert he sings her favorite song (you choose which one<3) and after the show he wishes her happy birthday and tells ther that he's in love with her and kisses her 😻

AHHH I LOVE COUNTERFEIT!JAMIE I miss counterfeit sm tbh </3 also thank u for letting me pick the song!!! (I tried to do this in first person pov, sorry if I messed it up at any point)

Happy Birthday. xo

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I was walking downtown looking at all the small cafés and makeup shops and some of the clothing stores. I wanted to get myself something nice for my birthday since I never really saw my family too often and wasn't really expecting anything since I was going to be turning 26.

I decided to get a coffee and continue strolling afterwards, pulling out my phone and scrolling through it whilst I waited in the line. A notification had popped up at the top of my screen, Jamie tweeted. I tapped on the notification.

Can't wait to see you tonight 'town name on -/-/--' -J xo.

He was now making his way round into the town the both of us grew up and still lived in today. And was having a concert on my birthday.. I was about to open our texts so i could message him, but that was when i got interrupted by the woman behind the counter.

"Hi ma'am, how may I help you today?" Her voice sounded light, but bored. probably because she'd been dealing with shitty customers all day, thankfully I didn't have a job like this.

"Hello, could I just get a small vanilla caramel coffee please?" I responded with my most poilet voice, clearly fake.

After she told me my coffee would be finished soon I strutted my way towards a one person table. I opened my phone screen and started to text Jamie.

Hey, saw your tweet, how many more shows are you having?

it didn't take him long to respond, I felt my heart flutter once the message switched from delivered to read; just now. And then he started to type back.

hey! I think we're only going to be doing around 3 or 4 more, you miss me that much hm?

I could feel my cheeks flush pink as I read his text, I always had feelings for Jamie, I guess I'd just never really realized or came to terms with them until a few years ago.

well yeah, you're my best friend Jamie

trust me darling, I'm aware. You're my best friend as well, maybe I'll see you at the next show, yeah?

hmm I dunno

come onnn, I'll get you free tickets, please show up, it'll be my birthday present to you.

no, no you don't have to get me free tickets, maybe I'll show up okay?

meaning you'll be there, yeah?

oh my gosh. okay, I gotta go, I'll talk to you later Jamie.

see you later, love.

I smiled as I jumped a bit from one of the baristas calling my name for my coffee, shit. I forgot about that. I turned off my phone screen and put it in my back pocket as I walked up to the counter adjusting my purse as I grabbed my coffee and smiled at the woman.

I thanked her as I walked out of the café and started to head my way around a bit. I ended up going into a small makeup store to buy lip gloss and some other cosmetics. as i started to stroll back to my apartment, I found myself buying a ticket to the concert tonight for COUNTERFEIT. , Jamie's band. him and his brother, Sam, had formed the band around a year ago. They had some really good songs, but Jamie would never know that.

--×♥︎×--

It was around 6:30, COUNTERFEIT. was starting their show at 7:00. I was rushing to finish getting ready. I wore a black dress and one of Jamie's leather jackets that he'd left at my apartment on accident, it still smelt like his musk cologne, it made my cheeks turn red.

I was putting on some nice boots and then spread some lip gloss along my lower lip, smearing it onto my top lip before fixing up my hair a little more as I grabbed my keys and started to head for the door. I never told Jamie I was going to be at the concert, even though he was already assuming I was going to be there, or so I thought.

I parked in the lot and started to merge in with the crowd as I waited, it was 6:50 now, I felt my phone buzz inside the pocket of Jamie's jacket.

hey, just wanted to say the show won't be the same without out you love, assuming you didn't get a ticket, it's alright.

Before I could even respond to Jamie's text, the concert began. He seriously thought I wouldn't show up? damn.

He started to play most their songs, there was enough time for around one more, since the show was from 7:00 to 8:15, and somehow he still hadn't seen me in the crowd, but before he started the last song, he began to speak.

"This song, is for a girl who I've loved, more than she'll ever fucking know, Happy Birthday Y/n."

His words strummed my heart like the way his played his guitars. His voice was heavy and his chest was heaving. His torso was coated with sweat and his hair was damp. He looked beautiful. But surely he meant love as in, a friend love, right?

There's no possible way he could've loved me the same way I've loved him for the past 3 years. right?

Some people clapped and cheered for him as the song began, he was playing my favorite song, the first song I'd heard from their band.

For the Thrill of It.

I felt like I couldn't move, I felt like the world was starting the blurr and I couldn't comprehend anything but Jamie, Jamie and his damp hair and passionate voice. Jamie and his band.

As he was nearing an end of the song, he'd seen me. He finally made eye contact with me. and I wasn't sure if the heat of the room was making his cheeks flush dark red or if it was me. Surely it was the room, his body was covered with sweat anyway.

"Thank you, 'town name' I love you all, you were and are perfect."

Jamie kissed his index and middle finger and faced it towards the crowd before him and the rest of the band walked off stage, people were starting to leave, but not me.

I was pushing and squeezing through the herd of people, making my way towards the back of the stage. I reached the empty stage and searched for the door they'd exited too, I opened it and looked around.

"Jamie?" I called out, but no sign back. I walked around faster, looking past corners and even spotting Sam in the distance talking to the others.

"Jamie!" I called out a little louder, as I went to turn around, I immediately bumped into something firm and almost completely fell back before a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to my original height.

It was Jamie, figures.

I looked up into his soft blue eyes, but they seemed different than normal, different than they always appeared, but I just didn't know what, couldn't figure out what.

"Jamie" I said quietly as he smiled down at me.

"yeah?"

"I think I have to tell you something."

"and what would that be, Y/n?"

I paused, feeling hesitant. I was either going to regret this with my entire life, or it would change my life in the best way.

"..I, I'm, I'm in love with you,"

My voice was small and shakey, but Jamie didn't move, his facial expression didn't change.

but before I could process what was going on, his lips were connected with mine as on of his arms lazily wrapped itself to the small of my back as my hands found his shoulders.

He pulled away from me, his eyes closed and his forehead against mine.

"I'm in love with you too Y/n."

[viscountessevie]

What are your thoughts on the Charithra issue?

Sorry this is late anons I got sleepy halfway through and wasn't typing coherently and went down for a nap first to recharge. I AM PISSED TO WAKE UP AND FIND OUT SHE DEACTIVATED.

Moving to answering these I got another ask about this so I'll answer these two together. (will put the screenshot of the second anon below when answering that qn)

Note: that this is the last time I am going to talk about this cos everything that needs to be said has been said and she has officially deactivated so now we should all chill out with our over the top opinions and just focus on positive fandom content please.

[This got long so my response is under the cut:]

Sorry to the first anon but why was that phrased like a Presidential Debate question? 😂 Yall this is just fandom drama and toxicity not a national issue.

That being said, my heart breaks for her, it should have NEVER gotten to a point where she felt like the negativity was weighing on her so much she had to block out everyone to create a safe space for herself. And before everyone brings their arguments to my ask box, let me counter all the ones I've seen my friends and other fellow bloggers deal with:

1) "I didn't even say anything to her or send hate, why did she block me?!"

Someone mentioned that she might have used a mass blocker and I looked up what it is and basically you can read more in depth about it here. From my understanding its an AI that helps you block people using keywords so I imagine Charithra put in a couple of keywords and it somehow got linked to all the accounts that interacted with the 'hate'/critical tweets and thus blocking all of them. TDLR: Shitty AI probably blocked you for her by accident.

2) "She needs to grow thicker skin for this industry."

You can have a thick skin as an actor and still hit your limit. Why does everyone expect WOC to always expect to sit back, be strong and just take it? I'm kind of sick of this perception of us to be honest. "Ohmygod you're so strong!" Like yes but we can also be soft and have feelings like all human beings. We are all multifaceted people too. Also consider that it wasn't just the posters but comments from since the EW article dropped that have just been piling up and directed at her til now and I think she just hit a point where she couldn't take it anymore.

3) "She's being immature and unprofessional"

Let me ask those anons and people who feel this way, are you her boss? Are you her parent/friend/loved one? No, right? So she doesn't owe any of us shit! She is not being immature or unprofessional - again like I said those who haven't done anything wrong, it was probably a mistake by the AI - but the initial choice itself to block the haters WAS NOT immature or unprofessional of her. She has every right to curate what she wants to see on her feed.

4) "She should have just taken a breather from Twitter instead of going ham on the block button!"

I wasn't even going to dignify this with a counter but given that she had deactivated, yall happy? Sis took a permanent breather. As she should after what she dealt with since the EW press drop - I can't believe she was getting hate for that - twitter people can be SO VILE.

***

So those were my main thoughts on the matter. As for this second anon, thank you for your ask and to respond to it:

I want to make it clear that I do NOT blame anyone for how are they are feeling. I do not blame Charithra at all for feeling upset and negative over the posters reactions and comments coming to a head. I do not blame the fans for feeling upset about being blocked. However I do side eye the upset fans for blowing this out proportion. Yes, its frustrating not knowing why you were blocked but she immediately realised what happened and she started unblocking people and apologised (there was another thread like this where she explicitly unblocked and apologised but the tweets have been deleted with her acc and no one got a screenshot of that interaction I don't think.)

[Picture Courtesy of @peterbubblebuttparker ]

She was so sweet about it too - I don't understand why everyone started freaking out about this. We should have left it be after Charithra cleared it up with the fans and let it be instead of screaming that she blocked you.

Side-eyeing aside, the full blame falls squarely on marketing and CVD's shoulders. A lot of people have been letting CVD off the hook about marketing because they say he's not involved - then how do yall think the marketing team knows what to promote?? It's all based on his storylines and character priorities this season!

@ People who know more about advertising and marketing correct me if I'm wrong but don't creators usually sit with marketing for an initial meeting to cover the basics of what they are promoting, who they are promoting and how they are promoting it? I'm not saying he orchestrated every little thing but mans definitely had some influence over it.

And you're right anon none of this is helping Charithra at all and I hate it so much because this was my biggest fear with a love traingle that the toxic side of the fandom would pit the sisters against each other but it's so much worse cos it's mainly directed at Charithra - the actress herself instead of the character (not saying either is good but directly going afted Charithra is messed up)

It's so fucked up but I really hope deactivating has given her a sense of peace and she can enjoy herself and be excited with her friends and family for the season.

I've said my piece and if any of you guys actually read this and made it this far thank you for reading and that's all I'll be engaging on this matter. I'll be focusing on writing fics and making content for the fandom leading up to the 25th and trying not to engage in future drama.

[wigglebox]

thank you for your answer to that anon acknowledging a lot of people in the fandom only knew about the movie because of the connection to jensen and it's only natural that they would immediately wonder and think of him in this situation too. it's a tragedy and something very traumatic for everyone who was on that set and witnessed it but i saw so many posts acting like you're a bad person for hoping that he's okay too. someone was even critical of misha for mentioning jensen on his tweet when sources say jensen was actually on that set too.

aw no problem nonny.

yeah i don't agree with those posts or those tweets. grief and trauma are complex and it's unfair to yell at folks who are focusing more on their own emotional link to this movie.

i don't even — i can't imagine the lengths someonee has to go to to criticize mollins. he'd know before any of us if jackles was on set, and now it seems like he was but even if he wasn't it's still sad — and like, j is his friend,??? of course he'd want to make sure he's doing okay.

i find this notion of ignoring our own emotional interest in this movie and one of the cast members bizzarre. if anything it's allowing us to feel more. i'll be honest, with this happening, if i didn't care about anyone involved, i would have thought about it generally as a tragic accident and Yes Something Must Be Done but it wouldn't bt put in the forefront of my mind. There's a lot of tragedy in the world, a lot of things happening in our day-to-day activities, there's only so much we can care about on a daily basis. so to me, having an emotional link to this movie actually helps me mourn more about what happened and pay more attention to it.

so idk. those being criticical — i'm avoiding them. and they can leave mollins alone too because that's his actual close friend, closer than we are obviously, so it makes even more sense to focus on his FRIEND and making sure his friend, and his friends coworkers are doing okay following his horrific accident.

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Six)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Five ※※※※※ Chapter Seven

“Problems in the fairy world: After almost two years, Luke Hemmings and Marnie McGonagall break up”

“The lovely couple of 2020, the model Marnie McGonagall and the singer Luke Hemmings, break up after almost two years of relationship”

“Shaken structure : After an accident and amnesia, Marnie McGonagall and Luke Hemmings puts an end to the relationship for a year and a half ”

After a week in peace and serenity, or something like that, my second one started with the internet breaking at the end of my relationship with Luke.

All the tabloids, renowned newspaper sites, gossip sites. All social networks. All radio stations. Everyone was commenting on.

All articles were based on “someone close to the couple”. Who? I have no idea, since after a slight spurt of distrust, I realized that none of my friends would do that. According to Noah, this was just the media playing, hoping to see if Luke or I would take the bait.

With my good leg beating at a fast pace, signaling my nervousness, I keep staring at the TV in silence, while Noah paces behind me, trying to control everything. The doorbell rings and I watch him go to answer. When Luke comes into view, I get up quickly and walk over to him, hugging him.

I close my eyes, feeling safer. I don't know how to deal with half the Los Angeles media behind me for a statement, or expecting a slip-up to attack me. I release all the air trapped in my lungs, in no hurry to break that hug.

“Are you okay?” he whispers and I just shake my head as if it was okay, or something close to it. “Great, that's what matters.” he leaves a kiss on my shoulder, before letting go and greeting Noah right.

“What's the order?” I see my friend question.

“The usual. They don't want me to say anything, but I won't be quiet while they attack her. I never stayed and it is not now that I will.” Luke replies, decided.

“Are they attacking me?” I ask approaching the two, who look at me without knowing what to say.

Since the headlines came out, Noah planted a lookout here at home, because he is the one who woke me up, and since then he hasn't let me see anything, just the TV and the mute yet. I knew he was protecting me, but I didn't know what.

The two look at each other and Luke approaches me again, sitting on the couch. As he tries to find a million ways to start, I interrupt him.

“Why do I feel like we already had this conversation?” I ask suspiciously.

“Because we already did, before we tell the media.” he scratches the back of his neck.

Once again, before he starts, Noah's cell phone rings and he leaves, leaving us alone.

“So?” I incentive to continue.

“There are a group of people, who like the band, but don't like our relationship and well …”

“They attack me.” I say, shortening for him. Luke states awkwardly. “How and why?” I don't know if I really want to know, but I know I need to.

Luke scratches his forehead. I feel bad for having to pass it on or go over it.

“They say bad things about you, about your job, about us. But nothing, nothing, is true.” Luke stresses "nothing" already knowing that most likely I would have that in my head. “Look, no matter what we do, there will always be people wanting to get in the middle and think they know more than the two of us, so just ignore it. Let them talk to themselves, they stop and go on to another topic. OK?” his face lowers, trying to meet my eyes, which were focusing on the pillow between us.

“OK!” I look at him with a weak smile. Luke gives a weak smile too, before giving me a kiss on the forehead and going after Noah to post his text.

In his tweets, Luke explains what happened between the two of us. He tells about my amnesia and how we both talked, and together, we decided to take a break, until I got used to my life or until I remembered everything. In the sequence, he also made clear all the affection and respect that we still had for each other. In addition to pulling the ear of whoever was attacking me or blaming me.

I don't know where it would be my fault. After all, I am the victim. Not to mention that none of this would be happening if it weren't for the accident. I would probably still be with Luke, together and happy.

I stare at the rug, hoping and praying for some memory to come, but my brain ignores me. I sigh, sinking into the couch. I look at the balcony, seeing the two talking. Luke is too perfect, it is not possible. I wouldn't have all that maturity.

This is not just maturity ...

I close my eyes, trying to silence my conscience. I know what it was, but not talking or thinking makes it seem like it’s not real.

Who am I kidding?!

Soon Luke's tweets were on TV, with several photos and videos of appearances, and everyone was commenting. Apparently the text was well accepted by the media, which changed the focus of the relationship a little and went back to talking about my accident. I hold my breath when the accident video is played again. I get up calling the attention of the two, who return to the living room and turn off the TV.

“Are you OK?” Noah asks attentively. I just nod.

“I need to go. I'm sure someone will show up at the studio to discuss with me. Later I try to stop by or call you.” Luke warns, coming towards me.

I hug him again, feeling safe. I apologize for getting him into this mess.

“It is not your fault and what matters is your well-being. And remember.” he holds my face, making me look into his blue eyes. “Nothing they say about you is true, don't let that take your head. I'll call you later.” he kisses me on the forehead and leaves.

“Oh, it is so difficult to see you like this and know that you are not together.” I turn to Noah, who is sitting on the sofa, looking at me in pain. I throw a pillow over his face and sit back down next to him.

“Believe me, I know.” I watch one more picture of us on the screen. “We are a beautiful couple.” I give a sad smile.

“Are?” Noah comments with a hopeful smile. “Can I start to ship again and create expectations?” he nudges me.

“First of all, did you ever stop to ship and create expectations?” Noah gives a weird smile. “Second, even if you haven't stopped, no. Despite everything, I still don't feel anything for Luke.” I sigh.

Perhaps "nothing" was a very strong word. I have affection and gratitude, but that I also have for Noah, Kyleen, Mike, Ashton, Calum and Leah, that is, it didn't mean much. What I needed was not there yet. However, I still hope to happen.

[...]

“Doesn't he look beautiful dressed like that? You have to see when he uses the overalls.” Calum sits next to me, provoking Ashton who was sitting on the floor, moving in his garden.

“Old Ashton had a farm, ieieo.” I humming with Calum, continuing the provocation.

I take the water bottle from Calum's hand, watching Ash dressed in faded jeans, a dirty T-shirt and a wide straw hat. I give a short laugh, watching Ashton glare at Calum. Apparently, his hobby in gardening was pretty funny.

“I already know what to give you on your birthday.” I get on the joke with Calum.

“You already gave that.” the two talk together, scaring me.

I look at them both with wide eyes as they laugh. This is already getting boring, it seems that everyone has some advantage over me. I see the idea of ​​the garden kit for kids going down the drain. I didn't know what to give, now then.

“Then I will need your help with this.” I whisper to Calum, who just nods.

“So, you stopped when Luke left.” Ash reminds me.

After yesterday, with my name and Luke's in everyone's mouth, today I didn't want to stay at home, I needed to relax, so the two ladies went to pick me up to spend the afternoon here at Ashton's house with them. Especially because they wanted to know how I was doing and I wanted to hear from Luke.

“Well, everything was fine. Everything calmed down, as far as possible, until the intercom rang.” I give a discredited laugh, remembering yesterday. “When Stephen appeared at the door of my building.”

The two looked at me in astonishment.

“You're kidding, right?” Ashton even got up, approaching me.

“Go for me, I would like a lot, but no. He knew about Luke and me and wanted to try the chance. Little does he know that I already know everything.” I comment the last part quietly, not wanting to focus on that.

“This guy is unbelievable. How does he have that courage?!” Calum comments outraged.

“Did you tell Luke?” Ashton asks, after walking around as outraged as Cal.

“No and I don't know if I'm going to tell.” they look at me alarmed. “I don't want Luke to feel like he has to have any responsibility to keep Stephen from me and I know he will.” I confirm my theory when Cal shakes his head, agreeing with me. “Nothing happened either, Noah went down and ran him, it was just an isolated case.” I shrug.

I didn't expect Stephen to show up, not after the hospital, however, if he ever had the courage to show up for the first time after everything I experienced (according to my diary), the hospital misunderstanding was nothing for him.

I can't hide that I was very tempted to go down and break my cast on his head, but Noah was quicker, locking me at home and going in my place. According to him, now was not the time for an aggression scandal. Do what?! He's right.

“I understand you, my love, but as a friend, I advise you to tell.” Ash sits next to me. “This will end up getting to him, like it or not, so it better be for you.”

“Yeah, no need to go into details, but tell him.” Hood reinforces.

“I don't know if Parker's party is an appropriate place, but it may be easier to relax afterwards.” Ashton shrugs, wanting to help.

“Ah, I heard about this party. He's Noah's fling, isn't he?”

“Don't let Noah hear that.” Calum laughs, catching my attention.

But it was Leah who told me about them.

“Noah and Parker resemble you and Hemmo very much at the beginning. Everyone knows something is going to happen, but you guys play hard to get”. Ashton explains. I open my mouth to defend myself, but according to my diary, that was it.

I don't help myself.

“Well, regardless of his status, I won't.” the two look at me surprised and upset. “ I'm not ready for parties yet, sorry, but I don't want to sit all night on the couch without being able to dance or having to drag it up and down.” I point to the orthopedic boot on my foot, irritated by that thing.

“But what are you going to do over the weekend then?’ Cal asks.

“You will laugh and judge me.” I answer with a pout. I may not know them well enough, but enough to understand what they are like.

“Calum quite capable, but I don't.” Calum opens his arms, visibly offended by Ash's comment, making me laugh. “You laugh at that fall of Mike in the London show until today and it has more than seven years.”

It was Ashton talking about this show that Hood started to laugh, agreeing that he was the most likely to laugh at me.

“I still have the video.” he comments after a sigh, stopping laughing.

“Tell me.” my friend asks me, turning my attention to him.

“ I'm going to throw myself on my couch, with a lot of junk food and watch makeover programs and maybe some movies. This is going to be my weekend.” I tell after a sigh.

“This is so depressing that I can't even laugh.” Calum says shaking his head in denial. I look at him indignantly. Come on?! It's not so bad.

“Really, M&Ms? Is this going to be your weekend? On the couch clogging up with food?” Ashton is more indignant than I am with Cal.

“ I'm not in the mood, I'm sorry. But don't worry, Kyleen told me about your birthday party and I will, I swear.” I raise my right hand, as if I were in court.

“You are not even crazy to consider not going. I bring you by the boot.” he counters by returning to the vase he was stirring before.

“Was he always that delicate?” I ask Calum, who spits half the water.

“Oh, Marnie, you need to spend more time with us.” he pats my knee, like an old man telling about his childhood.

“Well, changing the subject a little, and Luke, how is he?” Ashton and Calum look at each other to get my attention.

“He's taking it. He has been busy with some compositions, he has lived in the studio.” Calum replies, going around the mouth of the bottle with his finger.

I look at Ashton, who was still thoughtful. Luke is probably not as well as they try to pass me, or something else is going on.

“He'll be fine!” Irwin reinforces, trying to keep me calm.

I decide not to poke the situation anymore and focus my thoughts on the conversation we were having when I arrived, which was to recall some more facts from the last few years.

“Wait, and you got stuck in the room? And the girl is gone?” I question Calum, very lost in the whole story of how he met Kyleen.

“Yes, the girl locked me there and I don't know where she went, but Kyleen came and released me.” he explains.

“You need to find more normal girls, seriously, you have a serious problem in choosing someone.” I tell them. Serious! Emery, this girl now, my God, what a rotten picker.

“After that we went out a few times and she became part of the team. Shortly thereafter, we met Noah and Leah. That's been six years. Something around there.” Cal finishes.

“Went out?” I widen my eyes. “Have you and Kyleen ever had an affair?” I approached him, shocked, seeing him nod. “ Oh my God!”

“ It's really fun to tell her things, isn't it?” Ash laughs, seeing my reaction.

“Yes, but it came to nothing, it was more fun and in the end, it started to get weird. So, we decided to just be friends.” Hood responds. Once again, I look at Ash with my mouth open, making him laugh.

“She didn't tell me that. What a bitch.” I lean against the wall, indignant.

After the fun afternoon with Tweedledee and Tweedledum, Calum took me home, since today I was having dinner with my father and Meredith for the first time.

“Anything call me, okay?” Hood speaks before saying goodbye. “Especially if Meredith brings that peach pie with homemade whipped cream.” I watch with wide eyes, he close his eyes dreaming of the pie. “I can even taste it.” he finally sighs.

“Do you want me to keep a piece?” he quickly nods, smiling. “Okay, bye, Cal. Thanks!”

I get out of the car laughing. I couldn't ask for better friends.

I keep imagining a million scenarios while I get ready and wait for them to arrive. I know that Meredith and I know each other and get along, but that doesn't stop my anxiety from attacking.

The doorbell rings and I almost cry, regretting not having canceled before. I open the door to find Meredith fixing the collar of my father's shirt, which held the so famous pie. I watch the woman with medium dark hair and a long jumpsuit, opening a warm smile. My father steps forward and gives me a hug.

“How are you?” he analyzes me.

“Well, every day better.” I give a nervous smile. Then the time came. “Hey!” I open my smile a little more to receive Meredith.

She takes a step towards me, shy and extends her hand. I squeeze willingly and give passage to the two of them. We sat at the table and stared at each other for a few seconds, until I realized that I didn't put the dish on the table.

“Sorry.” I mention getting up, but my father takes the lead.

I understand that he wants to help, but being alone with Meredith, even for two seconds, was still not comfortable.

“So …” I start. “I saw that you are going to publish a second book.”

“Ah yes yes. Next week, I can't wait.” she responds excitedly.

Her first book was about toxic relationships and to my amazement, I helped out on some points. The second book would be about the new beginning, the emotional and financial freedom of women. She was not a Jane Austen, because the genres are different, but she is well known.

“I know I'm suspicious to talk, but it looks incredible. Your mother read and loved it.” my father comments the last part in a natural way. However, Meredith notes that I was a little uncomfortable and changed the subject.

I discreetly thanks. My parents' divorce and their friendship is something that I am still absorbing. I accept, but I am learning to cope.

We started talking about my father's trip to Japan and how he fumbled over there. It didn't take long for me to get comfortable with Meredith over there, she's as funny as my dad and very kind.

Meredith must be my mother's age, but she has an energy that makes her look much younger. She wears colorful clothes, always has a huge smile on her face and a contagious laugh. It is good to be close to her. I discover that her first husband was her high school boyfriend, but unfortunately he died of cancer.

Then she started dating an organic food store owner, but he was not a nice guy. It was from this relationship that the first book came out. I admire the courage and strength she had to put an end to it. In return, she had Kendall and Samantha, who look adorable.

“Ah, before I forget.” She takes some papers out of her bag. “The twins made some drawings for you.”

I open those papers with a huge smile. The paintings contained various hearts, flowers, Petunia in various forms and even their self-portrait with me. Everyone wished me well and said that I was the best sister in the world.

“I do not even know what to say.” I am touched. I always wanted to have siblings and since I knew them both, the desire to meet them only increases. The only issue is the fear that they won't like me.

“They are dying to see you, but we said they need to wait for you to be ready. I know there is still a lot to assimilate and absorb.” Meredith says calmly. I am grateful that they do not press anything.

But like everything, I needed to face this. Being afraid of two five-year-olds is not going to help at all. In fact, it will only make me miss them more.

“Yes, you commented on the interview that Meredith will give on the afternoon program, on Wednesday. If they want, I can take care of them.” I suggest nervous, after all, I have amnesia, a broken arm and a leg in the orthopedic boot. I don't know if I'm reliable.

They both look at each other and shrug. For them, I wouldn't have the slightest problem, and certainly not for the children. So it was agreed, Wednesday, I would find my brothers, and may God help me.

“Who's up for pie?” Meredith opens that smile again.

I end up laughing again, remembering Calum earlier. I send a photo of my plate to him, who responds with crying emojis and a huge audio, begging to keep his piece.