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punkscowardschampions · 4 years ago

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Zelda & Zach

ihatemyguts: Good thing you told me how bubble boy posi Robyn’s ‘rents are

ihatemyguts: ‘cos that felt like such a brush-off

ihatemyguts: I feel kinda bad, it’s low-key just upset her with no shopping trip pay-off 😬

inandout: your first date was today

inandout: the insane jealousy must have forced me to forget

ihatemyguts: Obviously

ihatemyguts: moping and staring out of open windows would be bad for your health

ihatemyguts: probably

ihatemyguts: can’t have that

inandout: mope hard enough and fling myself all over the house, they’ll call it exercise

ihatemyguts: I’d let Rob know but her parents would probably sue me

ihatemyguts: I did some research

ihatemyguts: and yeah, flare-ups fucking suck, but if she was struggling that bad rn she’d be in hospital getting her 💉 on

ihatemyguts: makes me ⁉️ if the meetup will happen

inandout: makes me wonder if her brothers are allowed out

inandout: if they are maybe they can help us smuggle her to the meetup

ihatemyguts: not just a pretty face

ihatemyguts: that’s a damn good idea

ihatemyguts: I can slide in their DMs

inandout: Cranking up the jealousy metre to give me a full work out, I see, are you gonna be a PE teacher when you grow up?

ihatemyguts: *prays they aren’t like 12*

ihatemyguts: imagine if that was my life’s ambition

ihatemyguts: wear unflattering sportswear and give kids complexes

ihatemyguts: even without the potential life-shortening illness, I’d reconsider that

inandout: it tracks that you’d wanna make them 💩 and bringing back the bleep test could work

ihatemyguts: okay I’m not 🦹‍♀️ or 🐯 levels of sweet but is that what you really think of me? 😏

inandout: I think there’s only one rebel teacher coming to mind and I haven’t watched that film so all I know is they stand on desks

inandout: probably not a perfect fit for you

ihatemyguts: I could force you to watch it for our first date

ihatemyguts: and ask you, what your dream job would be

inandout: Netflix and chill or cinema screening of the ‘classics’?

inandout: we could do a drive-thru

ihatemyguts: hmm 🤔

ihatemyguts: there are pluses to ‘em all

ihatemyguts: cinema, we could laugh at all the snobs and 🤓s

inandout: Cool, reach out to me with the time + date when it’s showing

inandout: Are you allowed 🍿?

ihatemyguts: oh hell no

ihatemyguts: have to find another way to hold my hand

inandout: 🦸‍♀️ said she was gonna look up ice breakers and stuff, hopefully it was a fruitful search and she won’t mind sharing the info

ihatemyguts: do you think she legit didn’t realize how thirsty that boy was for her

ihatemyguts: or is it all uwu coy-ness

inandout: It’s hard to tell

inandout: but if I remember my glasses I’ll do my best to decode her body language from 6 ft away

ihatemyguts: aside from hospital, have you ever met someone else with cf?

inandout: Nope

inandout: jokes aside, it really is discouraged

ihatemyguts: that’s a hard one to get your head around

ihatemyguts: far as adjustments go

inandout: getting Robbie at this meetup won’t be easy

inandout: separate ones mean we might not have her there

ihatemyguts: I reckon we can trust you and Kara to keep the teen love story fictional

ihatemyguts: for all our sake’s

inandout: She’ll get her man

inandout: it’s not like bad advice and dating pitfalls are just a click away

ihatemyguts: cosmos never steered ANYONE wrong

inandout: Yahoo answers neither

ihatemyguts: might be confused as to why they’re not related

inandout: [I like to think he’s just sending his fave yahoo answer answers now for the lols]

ihatemyguts: [meme back and forth lads]

ihatemyguts: if she gets her date we could go into the matchmaker business

ihatemyguts: start at home

ihatemyguts: 🤖 don’t last forever

inandout: Rob’ll need to be next or she won’t forgive us

inandout: and we’ll soon get tired/guilty of seeing the amount of 😿💔 spam the chat

ihatemyguts: we’ll have to liberate her first

ihatemyguts: in a literal way

ihatemyguts: not the pretentious, free your 🧠 type of vibe

inandout: Kidnap’s playing into her parents’ fears but we don’t have a better option

ihatemyguts: now it’s my turn for a potential 💡

ihatemyguts: what if that is exactly what she should do

inandout: jump scare them?

ihatemyguts: if she did some actual wild shit to show them they’re being suffocating, ‘scuse the mention, then they’ll have to compromise and let her do normal kid things and everyone will win

ihatemyguts: I realize getting her to wild out might be a problem

ihatemyguts: catfish it though?

inandout: 💡⭐️

inandout: getting her to agree to do it for real would take longer than we have but you’re right, faking it wouldn’t take any time at all

ihatemyguts: get Lauren to picture whatever the hell she’s up to

ihatemyguts: sorted

inandout: + there’s your next photo challenge ready to be accepted, dressing as if you were going on a date with 👵🌈✨ instead

ihatemyguts: hold my neon

ihatemyguts: and think, do we clue Rob in on this plan now or do it on her behalf first, ‘cos we could hit up her house phone with some madness to get ‘em sus now and when she’s like wuuuuut it’ll sound even more

ihatemyguts: or is that a bit evil genius instead of 🦹‍♀️

inandout: Does she even have a house phone? We don’t

inandout: you’ll have to find another way to trick my parents into believing I’m a badass

ihatemyguts: I bet they do

ihatemyguts: can’t trust a mobile

ihatemyguts: and I bet they don’t have a microwave, they’re that sort

ihatemyguts: obvs I’ll just direct them to Lauren on your friends list with a 🤔

inandout: We should probably warn her, in case she takes it the wrong way

inandout: or decides to stand up to them for her YA movie moment

ihatemyguts: yeah, you’re right

ihatemyguts: if she doesn’t go for it, her brothers might be of use still

ihatemyguts: have to focus my evil energy elsewhere

ihatemyguts: such as…

ihatemyguts: 🥁

ihatemyguts: [one of the crazier lewks from babyteeth for the photo challenge]

inandout: 🤞🏻 one of them is old enough to drive the people carrier

inandout: Uhh… that was a suspiciously fast transformation

ihatemyguts: didn’t know you was challenging a pro?

ihatemyguts: and someone with a lot of time on her hands

inandout: I do now

inandout: and I’m guessing it’s not every day you get stood up based on what else I know about you

ihatemyguts: it’s a first

ihatemyguts: not that I constantly ask people out

ihatemyguts: but that is what I’ve put across so fair enough

ihatemyguts: what am I interrupting for you?

inandout: I’m waiting on friends

inandout: this could end in both of us being stood up

ihatemyguts: am I a drag you down with me type?

ihatemyguts: hmm

ihatemyguts: nah, I’ll cross my fingers that your friends aren’t flaky

inandout: Late, but I’d be too if it wasn’t my house

inandout: What are you gonna do now shopping’s off?

ihatemyguts: life is one big photo challenge, right

ihatemyguts: yours is ‘whatever will make your friends double-take when they open the door’

ihatemyguts: it’s a good question

ihatemyguts: we’re going to virtual shop tomorrow but she wasn’t up for it today

inandout: Wait for it and their faces

inandout: + you’re virtually invited to watch movies and play games, you won’t be the only one who isn’t here in person

ihatemyguts: 👍

ihatemyguts: cool

ihatemyguts: meeting new people is my new thing, as long as your mates are down/not the level of nerd that they might get a nosebleed if a girl is about

inandout: Some of them are girls if that helps

inandout: and my brother won’t be there to bring down the cool

ihatemyguts: low-key a shame

ihatemyguts: have to meet him before the first date though

inandout: I’ve got a father you can ask for permission if you’re feeling old-fashioned

ihatemyguts: full set

ihatemyguts: fun

ihatemyguts: mines in scotland so we’ll let you off that trek

inandout: But a road trip is a coming of age movie staple! 😫 Has Netflix aired any YA without one + are you willing to take that risk?

inandout: mine’s a workaholic but we’ve got years to catch him

ihatemyguts: forget the meds, see who gets fucked up first

ihatemyguts: it’d be a journey, for sure

ihatemyguts: do you know what he does? ‘cos so’s mine and I couldn’t tell you, tbh

inandout: Or mix them up and see what happens when you take the ones for my 💩

inandout: He’s a sales manager, he says, but why so vague?

ihatemyguts: sounds like something they’d do at cool parties

ihatemyguts: and that sounds suspish

ihatemyguts: they should have this 🤓 but with a moustache instead of the buckteeth

ihatemyguts: dads are elusive creatures… conspiracy time, what are they all up to

inandout: Not sure that’s the topic Rich has been watching vids on but I’ll ask

ihatemyguts: he can always tactfully ignore you if he’s 😳

ihatemyguts: like he does with 👵🌈✨ when she’s extra

ihatemyguts: more than usual

inandout: Be harder to do that in person

ihatemyguts: I think everyone will still get on

ihatemyguts: unless fibrofog shows, then that’ll be teen show worthy drama, of course

inandout: I think he’s genuinely blocked, he’d need a 2nd account to find out about it

ihatemyguts: hope he’s seen catfish too

inandout: He’d be a fan of the one where the man refused to believe it wasn’t Katy Perry

ihatemyguts: it does seem like the sort of thing she’d do

ihatemyguts: poor bastard

inandout: 😂

ihatemyguts: ultimate photo challenge, catfishing everyone and then going for the ruveal

ihatemyguts: might need more than just a wig 🤔😏

inandout: Dressing like her would make my friends do a double-take

inandout: [pics of some of her outrageous lewks with his head put on]

ihatemyguts: 😂😂😂

ihatemyguts: you suit the 🍦🧁🍭🍩✨

inandout: We’ve probably got a can of squirty cream lying around for hot chocolate

ihatemyguts: inhaler but make it ~sExxxIii~

inandout: [a lil video of his failed attempt to re-create that in her insta DMs or wherever because idk if they can send stuff like that here]

ihatemyguts: Katy dat you 😍😍

inandout: I’ve agreed to only string you along for 4 years not 6 and I don’t have any savings to spend 25% of on a 💍

inandout: looks like the comparison starts and stops with our black curls

ihatemyguts: not much of an orlando bloom clone myself so it’s alright

ihatemyguts: pirate is always an excellent disabled-friendly costume though so add that to the ideas board we should start

inandout: If we decide the next meetup is fancy dress, Lauren will never go back home

ihatemyguts: that’s the mood

inandout: [sends her whatever he did for the photo challenge and his friends reaction to it because why not say they’ve arrived and there’s a similar feral mood here]

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theswiftarmy · 4 years ago

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#28 - The Jitterbug Mystery

Music has a way of bringing anything back to life after it’s gone, or over. If you don’t get this now, you’ll understand this when you listen to a song years after you’ve lost a friend, a lover, or a family member. Music becomes a magical doorway into a world you once knew but lives in the present inside you. But with every magic music memory doorway, exists a second door that can open unexpected memories. It’s a bit like that scene in the movie Labyrinth, one door leads to the castle, the other to certain death, well, certain not death, but it can certainly bring back those memories you’d rather forget. Good with the bad. Some songs fish out good memories and some fish out creatures from the sea of bad memories. Memories tucked away in the pages of a journal that sits on your shelf, and you stare at it from time to time, but don’t dare to open it up for fear of remembering that past. Click click click… Flash flash flash…

The street was empty. Kymmie Lawyer opened her closed eyes and found herself standing outside The Microsoft Theater. Everyone seemed to be gone. The sun had set. The streetlights glowed. The show was over.

“Where is everyone?!” Kymmie said to herself. Then she shouted looking around. “Hello! Anyone!?!?” She felt tightness in her chest. She was on her own, lost on this empty street.

“I don’t know.” Her dad replied from beside her.

She smiled at him, just glad she wasn’t alone. The fear in her chest dissipating. She took a breath in as the tightness eased.

He looked up and down the street. “This place is a ghost town. There aren’t even any cars driving around. I’ve never seen LA like this before.” He looked at his phone, trying to get a signal. “Hmmmm…”

“What is it dad?”

“I can’t seem to get a signal. It just says SMPTE error.”

“You mean a Swiftie error?” She looked up at him.

He pulled the phone in closer and squinted at it, “No, it says… SMPTE.”

She shrugged back. “SMPTE. Never heard of it. Weird. Maybe try walking around in circles.”

Carl knew what SMPTE was, he just wasn’t sure why his phone signal would have been replaced with the words SMPTE error. He’d certainly never heard of a SMPTE error. SMPTE stands for Society of Motion Picture and Television Engineers, and to have an error with SMPTE didn’t make any sense. “I think I might do that, I won’t go far, just stay here.”

Kymmie smiled at her dad, and then turned her attention to something fluttering in the wind. Pages turning. A small notebook on the ground. She walked over to it and picked it up. She inspected the notebook for a moment then opened the first page. “The Perfect Playlist…” She read out loud. Maybe it was a journal, or a diary. There were numbered lines but they were all blank, like someone had decided to make a playlist but never started it. She flipped through the notebook noticing small bits and pieces of incomplete information. Some celebrity must have dropped this, she thought. It had to be someone from the red carpet! She felt a rush of excitement. They were standing very close to where the red carpet had been. There were random doodles and a note here or there. Some looked like lyrics, or perhaps poetry, some looked like movie set notes and reminders, photo-shoot dates in the margin, costume notes, make up, hair, tiny journal entries, tiny stories, tiny entries. This IS a celebrity’s notebook! She quickly flipped through the pages wondering whose it could be. There were Ideas and doodles here and there. But the center of every page was blank except for the numbered playlist on the very first page. ‘The Perfect Playlist…’ Kymmie decided it needed to be filled in. The notebook, or journal, or whatever this was seemed like it was meant to be written in. She was now tasked with the responsibility to create The Perfect Playlist.

“Dad! Can I have a pen?” She yelled in his direction.

“Sure.” He stopped walking in circles trying to get a signal and jogged over to her. He handed her his special lawyer pen.

“Can I keep it?” She asked. Examining it.

“Well, how about you hold on to it until I need it back. Okay?”

“Sure.” She thought for a moment then wrote her name on the very first page. She pressed the pen to the paper and went over the letters multiple times when she was finished Kymmie Lawyer displayed in bold at the top corner of the journal. She closed the notebook and placed the pen back in her pocket. She wasn’t quite ready to start filling in the playlist. After all, how does one decide the exact songs that are just the right fit for a PERFECT playlist? “What now?” She asked.

“Let’s just wait here for a bit okay? We’ll see if anyone else shows up.”

“Okay.” She looked at the journal in her hands. She felt another wave of excitement rush over her. Then she looked up again at her dad. He was restarting his phone. “Are you trying to call your boss… Mr. Whale?”

“I was trying to call your mother, actually, but I’ll need to call him at some point too.”

“Why do you call him The Whale?”

Carl reflected for a moment. “It’s a long story, a whale is a person with a lot of money. It’s an old term.”

“Oh, so it’s an olden days thing. I was going to say he doesn’t really look like a whale.”

Carl laughed and shook his head no. “The nickname has nothing to do with his physical appearance.”

She blinked, then blinked again, thought about it for a moment, then moved on. She opened the journal once again. She decided the playlist NEEDED to be filled in and since she needed SOMETHING to keep her mind occupied now that her phone was broken, this would have to do. Mostly, it was hard to leave a waiting playlist empty. It was pulling her in. The question was, what songs made the perfect playlist? Kymmie couldn’t decide. She would have to think about it. Maybe just add some of her favorite artists. She turned to the second page and created a new list, she called it ‘STAN LIST’.

Kymmie wrote ‘Stan Ariana Grande’ at the top in the number one spot. Then she wrote ‘(OBVIOUSLY)’ in big bold letters. She made a small heart drawing beside her idol’s name. Then she wrote on the next line ‘Justin Bieber (is okay too). Then she wrote, ‘Billie Eilish is pretty stylish’ on the third line. She wasn’t about to full on stan either of them but she decided they were cool.’ She made a little smiley face. Then she wrote Taylor Swift’s name down below that with an undecided question mark.’ Then she thought of the cat and drew a picture of the cat next to Taylor’s name. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Taylor right now, she knew how other people felt, some loved her, some didn’t, but she wasn’t entirely sure about a lot of things at the moment. She moved the pen back up to Ariana Grande and underlined her name. Okay, she knew that much at least, she’d do ANYTHING for Ariana. Arianator for life.

She turned to the next page and wrote PLAYLIST POSSIBILITIES at the top. She added more artists on her mind besides Ariana , Justin, Billie, and Taylor. Cardi B DEFINITELY, and Roddy Ricch. She paused, thought, then continued writing, The Weeknd, Harry Styles, CHVRCHES. She wasn’t sure what order and what songs she wanted this playlist to be in, she would reorder it later, right now she was just writing down artists she liked. “I’ll just make a list and then cross the numbers out and change it later. Ugh, paper. Why do you have to be so difficult?” She was talking to herself. She tried to remember what she had saved on her phone. She wrote down more names, Drake, Tones and I, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Lewis Capaldi, DJ Khaled, Dua Lipa…

She stopped writing for a moment trying to think of more. She was drawing a blank, there were so many more SOOO many more she just couldn’t think of them! Instead, she wrote down, ALL OF COACHELLA, even though she’d never actually been to Coachella, because her mom wouldn’t let her, but she watched it on live stream and it seemed like the best ever. She thought back to Ariana’s Coachella performance, so amazing, ohhhh and Beyoncé! Beychella. She wrote down Beyoncé. Then she went back up and underlined ALL OF COACHELLA. Then wrote “ARIANACHELLA GRANDECHELLA”. She lifted the pen again and looked up at her dad trying to get cell service. “Hmmmm… THIS THING IS SOOOO COOOL! I love this journal dairy book thing.” She flipped through a few pages and found some writing in the margin.

The Jitterbug Mystery

“The Jitterbug Mystery?” She read it again. “Dad, what’s a Jitterbug?” She yelled in his direction.

“It’s an old dance.” He said back in her direction after looking up from his phone thinking for a moment. He started walking towards her still not having any luck with getting service. “I thought you didn’t like bugs?”

“Hmm, well, yeah, but this bug sounds interesting. Is it as old as The Whale?”

Carl laughed. “I’m not going to comment on the age of my boss. If it gets back to him, I could be in some hot water. I will comment on the dance, the Jitterbug dance is pretty old. Why do you ask about The Jitterbug?”

“It’s written here.” She pointed to it in the journal.

Carl looked over at the faded and worn looking notebook his daughter was holding up for him to see. “Where did you find that?”

“It was over there.” She pointed to where she found it. “Someone dropped it. It’s mostly blank, but…” She pointed back to The Jitterbug Mystery writing. “There’s some notes written here and there.”

He eyed the cover, it looked vaguely familiar, like an Art Nouveau painting, but he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen it. “Well, if you find a name, or figure out who it belonged to, we will have to return it to its rightful owner. Just don’t get too attached to it, okay?”

“Ummm, I already wrote my name in it. Sorry. No big deal. Where’s the undo on this tablet thing. I’ll just undo it!”

“It’s pen and paper, you can’t undo it.”

“Oops. Ugh, pen and paper, it’s like making life mistakes, you can’t go back! It’s like that time I un-friended one of my best friends because they couldn't stan the same musician as me. And then I was like, I miss my best friend. Life is so hard when you can’t undo!”

Carl chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever met this Stan friend of yours is, but hopefully you learned a valuable lesson from losing your friend. Just remember, someone else is missing that book right now. It will be up to you to take care of it for them.”

“Dad, stan isn’t a friend, it’s when you… Never mind.” She pulled out the pen and thought for a moment. “Hmmmm…” She pressed the pen into the paper and underlined The Jitterbug Mystery. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this Jitterbug Mystery”, she said to herself the noticed more writing below, written in ink the same color as the paper, nearly invisible, but it was there if you held the notebook at just the right angle.

A perfectly imperfect playlist

Me… The right songs in the wrong order.

You… The wrong songs in the right order.

Us… The right songs in just the right order.

She read it again. Kymmie let a feeling of awe wash over her. “A perfectly imperfect playlist. Me… You… Us.” She ran her hand over the words. Someone else’s words were grabbing her; the journal was pulling her into its mystery, its Jitterbug Mystery. She started to wonder about its history, “Who are you?“ She said to the journal.

She removed the pen from the page and paused again to think for another moment, wondering which shelf this journal would sit upon were it not for this fork in the road, then turned back to the playlist page. She wasn’t going to fill it out yet but, why not… it’s not like it was going to be a perfect playlist, at least not at first anyway, it was going to be perfectly imperfect, the wrong song or the wrong order, a perfectly imperfect playlist. Kymmie decided to add her missing friends to the playlist. She wrote down Justin Bieber, then moved the pen to the next line and wrote Billie Eilish. She left the songs blank, she decided she would fill those in later.

Kymmie looked up from the journal after writing their names and spotted Billie and Justin walking down the street. Billie was holding Justin up every few steps, but he seemed okay.

“Dad! Look!” She yelled. “BILLIE! JUSTIN!”

They picked up their pace, walking quickly over to her and Carl.

“Are you two okay?” Carl asked.

“Yeah. I think so? I mean, we feel okay.” Billie pointed to Justin and herself. “I’m… just not exactly sure what happened. I remember going through that doorway and then, it was a bit like that scene in Contact when Jodie Foster goes through that space gate, you know when she falls right through and no one believes her journey story because there’s nothing on the tape, it was a blank tape but then the one person points out that sure the tape was blank, but it recorded 18 hours of blank tape and then you’re mind is blown because you’re just like WHAAAAATTTTT, THIS IS REAL! I love that part. Anyway instead of space this was… what was it? Some kind of an earworm wormhole?” Billie looked at the others and they shrugged back at her. The agreed to call it an Earworm Wormhole as that seemed to work. “After the wormhole, everything went hazy and we were just here in the street. To be honest, I was expecting something cooler at the end of the earworm wormhole.”

“Yeah, me too.” Bieber added. He looked a little like he was about to throw up, but then seemed okay again. “So it kind of is like contact, all that wormhole traveling and you end up right back where you started.”

Everyone nodded. “Yeah.” Carl replied with a furrowed brow. “It was more of an exit door than an earworm wormhole. One heck of an exit door though.”

“Where are the others?” Billie asked. “Where’s Lizzo, and Kanye?”

Carl looked back at Billie unsure. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“Ohhh! I should add them to this playlist too.” Kymmie fished her hand into her pocket and pulled out the pen her dad gave (loaned) her (we all know he’s not getting it back), she opened the journal and wrote Kanye West and Lizzo on the playlist.

“I hope they’re okay!” Billie looked up and down the street.

“Wait, Kymmie, you said playlist. What playlist?” Justin asked.

“This journaling book I found! I don’t know… it was just lying over there.” She pointed to the spot on the ground where she found it. “But you're on it now! See!!! I added you, it was blank when I found it, but now you’re in it. And Billie, so are you! I just haven’t decided what songs of yours I want. But don’t worry, I’ll pick something from each of you.”

“She’s going through phone withdrawal.” Her dad said to Billie and Justin.

“Oh.” They nodded.

“DAD! I am not going through phone withdrawal.”

“Yeah, you are.” He smiled at her.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Kymmie pulled out her phone, it was still locked on the same screen. Even a secret doorway couldn’t fix it. She held it up. “An earworm wormhole couldn’t bring my phone back!” She put it back into her pocket. “Oh well. At least now I have this cool notebook journal thing.”

“You’ll just appreciate your phone that much more when you finally get it back.” Billie smiled at Kymmie. “Just keep writing in that book. It IS pretty cool looking! Look at that cover!”

“Yeah. It is pretty cool looking.” She repeated and smiled back at Billie.

“Kymmie, do you mind if I take a quick peek at that notebook journal” Billie asked, eyeing the notebook. “Just real quick?”

“You promise to give it back?”

“Yeah.” She crossed her fingers behind her back.

“Okay.” Kymmie handed the mystery book over to Billie.

Billie’s thoughts flashed to what she was told backstage about the fabled celebrity suicides book, not that she was sure it even existed, but if THIS was it, Kymmie wouldn’t be getting it back, Billie would burn it, destroy it, without question, there’s been enough suicides in the world, let alone celebrity suicides in the world already. She decided if that journal did exist, she could find it and destroy it, ESPECIALLY if The Whale was using it to gain control of valuable art assets to build his stronghold over all of streaming media. She took a deep breath and opened the mystery notebook. She quickly scanned through a few of the pages then breathed a sigh of relief. It didn’t seem to contain any suicide notes. Perhaps Emma Watson really was keeping the real collection of notes hidden somewhere only she knew, Emma and her mental fortitude not to read it. How impossible it must be to have a book in your possession that you are never to read. Billie returned the book to Kymmie. As the journal left her hands she suddenly realizing if it HAD been the suicide book, what then? She opened the book so eagerly, as if, she wanted to know if it was THE NOTEBOOK, it was as if she HAD to know. ‘Don’t read it… don’t open it’ was her first thought, but, ‘I have to know!’ …was her second. Maybe that’s how it worked, maybe you had to know. You had to read it. The curiosity of its mystery as it sat on the bookshelf drove you mad. You knew what it did, you knew it was cursed; you knew it was destructive, but you couldn't stop, you wanted more. She felt dizzy for a second, sick. Billie made a small wish under her breath…

Emma Watson, don’t let a soul near that book. If you really have it, if you REALLY do, it’s up to YOU to save the lives of anyone who might otherwise get their hands on it. Keep it locked up tight. And whatever you do, never open it, please, please, PLEASE, never read it, no matter how curious you might get. Promise you’ll never read it. You need to promise me you’ll never read the notes, not even one, because that’s how it starts, you read the first one, and then you can’t stop until it’s too late. Like reading every terrible troll social media comment about a celebrity, each one burrowing its way into your mind with just a tiny bit more of that melancholy mixed with infinite sadness.

“Wait where’s uncle Scott?” Kymmie asked. She had been holding his hand when they went through the earworm wormhole.

“He’s your uncle!” Justin exclaimed. “Are you related to everyone!?”

“No… We just call people my dad knows aunt and uncle, I don’t know why we do that. Dad why do we do that?”

Carl Lyle Lawyer shrugged back at his daughter Kymmie Lawyer. “Ummm… It’s just something we’ve always done. I don’t really know either, my dad and used to do that, so I do too. I never really thought about it before. I honestly have no idea where it came from.”

It’s a curious thing to consider, not knowing the origin of something in your life that you do. Everything came from somewhere. There’s a history to everything about everyone.

“Do the others make music?” Kymmie asked suddenly, seemingly out of the blue.

“As far as I know they all play instruments, I mean Oak is a famous music producer and writes music and Pop too, Scott plays an instrument, I believe. Why?”

“I was going to add them to my playlist. You know what, I’m going to put them on this playlist anyway. I can always scratch their names out, TAKE THAT PEN AND PAPER! You aren’t so permanent after all! And anyway, everyone has the ability to make music! Who am I to judge? I’m not a judge, I’m a lawyer.” She started to write down each name on the playlist beside a number. She even wrote down the man of mystery who opened up the earworm wormhole that they has just traveled through, William B. Way.

“Oh Kymmie.” Billie rolled her eyes laughing at Kymmie Lawyer’s joke.

Justin and Carl laughed too.

“I mean, that was kind of funny.” Justin cracked a half smile. “You know, for a lawyer you’re funny.”

Carl stared at Justin with a very serious look on his face.

“It… Umm..” Justin pulled at his collar, “It was a joke. I tell ya… can’t get no respect. Soooo… how about that unrelated sporting event? Go Maple Leafs!”

Carl continued to stare at Justin.

“Look!” Kymmie yelled and pointed, as if she were recognizing some old friends at a concert. Lizzo, Oak Felder, Scott Borchetta, Kanye West, Pop Wansel, and even Will B walked out of a shadow and into the street. “HEY!” Kymmie waved. “OVER HERE!!! WE’RE OVER HERE!” She waved her arms wildly jumping up and down.

They ran down the street to make the group whole again. Everyone had made it safely to the other side of the wall of sound earworm wormhole.

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