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unlikelyphantombread · 2 years ago

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Before the Morning

CHAPTER 2 - The Disastrous Dinner WORD COUNT: 3664 Words Wattpad: @screamingcamren

Chloe Isabella Stalin @ItsYoMainBitch Apparently, Ella Robinson spilled that having sex with Lauren Jauregui is like having a sex with a dead person. Stoic. No thrill. Boring. And guess what, folks? Ella didn't stop there. She also revealed that vibrator and a fake dick can make her orgasm more than Lauren can. Yikes! Vanilla person spotted! Lucky for her her savior who's name rhymes with Camila Cabello will be throwing her a "All hot boyz" party tonight! If you want to see Georgina and I then you know where to find us. #UselessDickGirl Kisses. 22,646 likes, 21, 543 reblog

"I knew it! I fucking knew it! Ella is Camila's posse!"

Normani laugh, "Shocker! I know it hurts but you'll get over it soon."

I rolled my eyes, "You are the best dick I've ever tasted, Lauren! Oh god! You are so good it makes me go crazy. Proceeds on orgasming 100 times every time. That doesn't sound like a boring sex to me.

"Fun tip: Next time don't fuck Camila's posse."

My eyes keeps wandering around the computer room thinking how can I get back from the embarrassment Camila caused to me.

This won't sit on me. I need revenge. I need my damn payback.

And then my eyes landed on the computer screen in front of me and smirk quickly formed on my lips.

"I know that smirk, you fucking vanilla."

I glare at Normani and she laugh, "Stop calling me vanilla!"

Since the accessibility in this computer is limited I do my computer whiz talent and crack up a few codes before I'm able to access the greatest site of all time.

Pornhub.

I type Latina brown eyes in the search bar and a lot of videos pop up. I started scrolling through each videos looking for a girl that looks exactly like Camila or somewhat close to her appearance.

"Does this look like her?" I asked my best friend as we watch the 4 foot Latina girl being fucked hard by some random white boy.

Thank god we're sitting at the very back.

"She doesn't look nowhere like Camila. And Lauren," Normani pause the video and look at me, "Are you seriously going to spread Camila's fake sex tape video?"

"I've never been this sure my whole life, Mani."

"This is so low."

"Be it lowerst, I don't care. I'm still doing this."

"Lowest, Lauren." Normani corrected.

"Whatever!" I dismissed her, "She insulted my S game, Mani! And my dick is hurt badly! I need to avenge it or else I'll lose sleep."

I snatch the mouse from Mani's hand and continue scrolling through thousands of porn videos.

"Cause maybe it is?"

I stopped and gave Mani a disbelief look, "How dare you! Look, the only reason I got bad reviews in bed is because Ella is one of Camila's tentacles. And I don't take bad reviews very well."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Look, I know it will hurt you so much hearing this but I'll say it anyway. Camila's a smart ass bitch. If you threw her a bomb her first instinct is not to run but to defuse the damn bomb."

Smirk shoot across my face the moment I found a video that looks similarly like Camila.

"Payback's a bitch, bitch!"

I immediately signed in my account, which is premium membership by the way, and downloaded the video.

Normani laughing the entire time.

She gets up from her seat and grab her stuff, "I love the fact that your brain is actually working on this but sleeping during classes."

So that's why she gets up from her seat quickly because she's about to roast the shit out of me.

"Come here you fucker!" I try to reach Normani but she quickly dodge it and run away while laughing.

"We'll post that shit together! Don't you dare do it without me!"

"Fine! Whatever!"

I connected my phone to the computer to transfer the video and then deleted it before I grab my stuff and walk out of the computer room.

I headed to the smaller building of West High where Ally's department is aka the elementary department to fetch my sister. She's a 5th grader and I'm gonna say my sister is the most genius shit ever. And suddenly I can hear Normani's "What happened to you?" monologue speech in my ears.

That idiot.

Little kids like Ally are scattered around the place. Others are playing while some are waiting for their fetchers. I found my sister playing with her two best friend Sofia and Maggie.

"Hey, cupcakes!"

"Lolo!" Taylor immediately stand up and gave me a hug.

"Hi, Lolo!" The other two little cute girls greeted.

"Sup, Maggie and Sofi! Your fetcher's not here yet?"

"Kaki's probably still in her dance practice."

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused whether they're talking about their brother or sister.

Taylor seemed to understand my confused face. "They're referring to their big sister."

"Oh," I chuckled, "So your sister's a dancer, huh? Sophomore?"

"Kaki's a senior." Maggie answered.

"Great! So we're both senior then. What's her name? I might know who your Kaki is."

"Her name's C—"

My phone suddenly rings interrupting the beautiful Sofia from talking.

"Hold that thought," I told her as I pulled my phone out from my pocket. It was mom calling.

"Hey, mom." I greeted.

"Where are you?"

"Still in school. I just fetched Taylor."

"Go home now and help me prepare for dinner."

"Got it! We'll be home soon."

"Okay, drive safe. Love you!"

"Love you too, mom." I ended the call and slip my phone back to my pocket.

"We really need to go ladies. We'll chat next time, yeah?" I gave the two little girls a hug before I swing Taylor's bag pack on my shoulder.

"Babye Maggie and Sofi!"

The three of them shared a long sweet ass hug before Taylor fetch my hand as we walk towards the parking lot.

"Those two looked hella cute. I bet their older sister is beautiful too. And it's a major plus points that she's a dancer."

"She is, Lolo. I saw her once when she fetch Maggie and Sofi."

"Really? Lucky hooman! You get to see her before I do!"

Taylor tugged my hand and she's wearing a teasingly smile, "Are you crushing on their older sister?"

"What?" I chuckled, "Of course not. I haven't seen her yet."

"Yes you do, Lolo! You knew her."

Now that spikes my attention.

"I do?"

Taylor nodded, "They're the ones who's coming over for dinner later."

A smile shoot across my face. Finally I can get another replacement girl for Ella.

"Now I'm excited for dinner."

I open the passenger door for Taylor and she quickly hop in. I place her bag down beside her feet before I put her seatbelt on. I close the passenger door and jogged to the driver's seat.

"Wait, so you said I know their sister. What's her name?"

I turn the car around and started to drive out of the parking lot.

"Camila."

I think I fucking choke.

"What?"

"Camila Cabello."

Oh. My. God.

I bet their older sister is beautiful too. And it's a major plus points that she's a dancer.

Now I'm excited for dinner.

Every appraisal I've said about Camila is like a ghost. It fucking haunts me and I feel like I'm gonna puke the shit out of me.

I called her beautiful. Fuck! No, this isn't happening. I didn't said that. I will never call Camila beautiful. No.

"You're not serious... right?" I asked hoping my sister will say that she is but instead I got a confused look coming from her.

"Oh god, you're really serious. Fuck." I mumbled the curse word. I may have a "malfunctioning" brain but at least I am a good sister.

"What's the matter, Lolo? You don't like her?"

I laugh, "Trust me, Taylor. What I feel for her is beyond that."

"Why do you hate Mila though? She seemed nice."

And she have a nickname for her. Great!

"She's nice to you because you're not me and probably don't have an idea that you are my sister."

"Why do you hate each other though?"

"Because she's a..." I don't know how to describe Camila without associating her name to every curse words out there. "It's a very, very long list why but the bottom line is she's a mean girl. Like, I'm one of the Powerfuff girls and she's the Mojo Jojo."

Taylor make that "Really" face, "That bad?"

"Yeah, that bad."

Throughout the whole drive Taylor told me everything about this Cabello-Jauregui friendship that's been happening between the adults and the little siblings I don't have any single clue about (And I bet even Camila). I learned that our parents have been best pals since high school and the moment they drift apart is when mom and dad moved in California.

And now I'm starting to think the reason why they moved back in Miami is this. I'm really happy that they're best friends and everything but what I'm not happy about is out of all daughters Mr. and Mrs. Cabello could produce, why Camila? Why did their egg and sperm cell decided to create a fake ass bitch that is Camila? The same Camila that I anger the most?

And now it all make sense to me why mom didn't confront Camila in the school earlier. This is the reason why.

I park my dad's car straight to the garage while Taylor burst the door open and run towards the porch. I trailed behind my sister and I saw my parents already organized everything for the said night dinner with the Cabello's.

I helped my mom a little in preparing because god knows what will happen to me if I don't. I baked some cupcakes and muffins for the kids and roasted a turkey and ordered 4 boxes of pizza. I really wish I could know what flavor of pizza Camila's going to eat so I could spit on it and sprawl it with some water coming from the toilet. Unfortunately, I can't tell.

I've been wishing for the hours to go slow or that the wheels of their car flat broke. I'm honestly not prepared to pretend I'm excited and happy to see Camila when in fact all I wanted is to punch her hard in the face until she fell down on the floor unconscious.

But luck is not on my side because as soon as the clock strikes 7:30, the doorbell rings.

"Lauren Michelle, go get the door."

I groaned as I drag my feet towards the front door. I took a deep breath before I open it and I was greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Cabello with a huge smile on their faces. Behind them is Camila and her two little sisters.

"Lolo!" The two girls launch themselves to me happily then turn their attention to Camila, "Kaki, she's the one we're talking about. The beautiful Lauren!"

Camila cringe at the word, "You should've called her the brainless Lauren so I'll immediately know who she is."

Her parents looked at Camila. Their eyes telling her to shut up and the brown eyed girl look back at them innocently, "What?"

"You guys should've called your sister my insecure fan who won't shut the hell up rather than Kaki so I'll immediately know who she is too."

I look at Camila with a smile while the brown eyed girl scoff irritatedly.

"I'm your fan? Please! Nothing about you is pleasant to see. Wake up, you're just a sore in my eyes!"

I watch her parents and sisters look back and forth between Camila and I with a questioning look on their faces. They probably expect us to be a loving friends like them.

But sorry to crash the dream, we're not.

"Oh, Camila! That's why we are best friends! C'mere and give me a hug. I missed you."

I walk over and gulp Camila into a big hug which sent every hair on my body to stand. The disgust that runs through my entire body the moment I hold her is extreme and overwhelming. I'm sure she feels exactly the same way.

A devious smirk appeared on my lips as I whisper to her ear, "I wonder if parents know that their oh-so-holy virgin daughter dated almost the entire guys in school."

"Try to open your big filthy mouth and I'm gonna kill you!" Camila whispered and I laugh as I pulled away.

I face Camila with a fake smile, "You're my favorite sight to see, Camila."

I took advantage of her incapability to fight back by flickering her forehead. Hard. Hard enough to leave a red mark on it.

Camila groaned and glare at me while her parents and sisters are laughing thinking we were both being playful.

Oh, if they only know.

"They are so cute together, Maggie!"

"They are!"

Both little sisters gush while the parents are giving us their warm smile.

"I know Clara's trolling me when she said that you and Camilita doesn't get along well." Mr. Cabello said, completely awe at the sight of us being all buddy buddy

"You guys are so cute." Mrs. Cabello said, "And you must be the famous Lauren. Your mother always talks about you."

"I hope she's saying good things."

"Don't worry she is."

"Shall we?" I motioned through the door, "My parents are very excited to see you guys already."

"We'll get going then." Mrs. Cabello let her kids and husband inside.

"Welcome to our humble abode, Mrs. Cabello."

"Thank you, Lauren. I swear you're the cutest."

"Thank you. I swear you're the prettiest woman I've ever met. Second to my mom, of course."

She look back with a smile and I heard Camila mumbled a "Sucker much?". I watch her parents step inside the house. The moment they disappeared from my sight, I turn look at Camila.

"Actually Lauren, I have something for you." Camila slips her hand inside her jeans then pulled it out seconds later with her middle finger sticked in the mid air.

"From the bottom of my heart... fuck you."

Camila smirk smugly, "Everybody wants to fuck me, sweetie. But to fuck a game you gotta be a coach, and they were all just average players. But you Lauren, you're below average and it's actually disgusting how stupid you are."

I laugh, "Oh Camila, I don't exactly hate you. But if you were on fire and I had water, I'd drink it."

"If you listen closely you can hear me not caring." Camila smirk before walking inside the house.

I followed her and everyone's already settled in the dinning area. Our parents talk about tough cases they handled today, and that's one of the few more things I learned from them; both of our parents are business partners in our law firm so basically they both owned it which I have no fucking idea with.

Proceeding to the little offsprings, Maggie, Taylor, and Sofia are so lost to their conversation on what they will be playing after dinner.

Only Camila and I are the ones who doesn't have a say on anything during dinner. It's not like I will initiate a conversation with her anyway. One fact is clear here— it doesn't matter how much boredom kills us or if the world is falling apart or we're the last people remaining on earth. I'd rather have my tongue cut off than to talk to Camila and Camila would rather talk to a tree than to have a conversation with me. That's that.

"You know I'm your best friend Lauren," Camila suddenly spoke while slicing her steak.

I bite my pizza and started chewing not giving a damn fuck on what she's going to say.

"And I'm always here if you need me." She lift up her eyes finally meeting mine. She smiled devily, "I heard you FAILED FIVE SUBJECTS and it's okay. I'm here to help you cope up."

I almost spit out the pizza.

Everyone's conversation stops and all eyes landed on me and Camila at how the words " failed five subjects" are so well-emphasized.

This fucking bitch!

"Lauren, is that true?" My mom inquired.

I can feel her eyes boring a hole at the side of my head but I didn't look back at her nor answer her question. I'm just looking at Camila with a deadly glare. The bitch pretended to be shock that she dropped the bomb at the "wrong" fucking time.

"Oh god! You didn't know, Mrs. Jauregui?" Then she turns her brown eyes on me. Her face screams the most fake ass apologetic expression ever, "Oh Lauren,"

"No, I didn't. But thank you for telling me Camila. You are so kind—"

"I didn't failed five subjects, okay?! She's lying!"

"I have proof though."

"Are you fucking serious?!"

"Lauren, your mouth!" Both of my parents called me out.

Camila took her phone and showed the screenshot of my academic card to my parents.

Okay, first of all, how in the hell did she manage to snap that out?

"Don't take this in a wrong way, Lauren. I'm just concern to you. I'm your best friend and I wanted to help you out."

Her face screams a fake concern expression but her eyes are smirking devilishly.

"We're gonna have a talk after dinner, Lauren."

"I'm just concern to you too, Camila. But tasting every guys in school is not good."

Camila's entire demenour changes making me smirk. I shift my eyes on her parents who looked completely shock.

"Es eso cierto, Camilita?"

"No. Por supuesto que no, Papa."

"Whoops! Parents didn't know? I'm so sorry, Camila. I thought they knew all of your sexual activities inside and outside the school."

Camila's boiling in anger at this point and I'm loving every seconds of it.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little slut. Name one guy you haven't fucked." I sing out loud with a smirk.

Camila quickly fires back.

"I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't get my head that far up my ass."

I laugh, "I'm so sorry you were offended when I called you a slut. I didn't know it was a secret."

"And I suppose you having an STD is not a secret too considering you're a skank."

"Good story Camila, but in what chapter do you shut the fuck up?"

Camila laugh, "You're hurt to hear the truth and that's fine. But I have to say this— if idiots could fly it's no surprise that you'll be the damn airport. You know why, Lauren? Because you are the epitome of stupidity!"

"You know why I can't stand you, Camila?! It's because you're the most asshole fake ass bitch I've ever met!"

"Maybe if you weren't so fucking stupid then maybe I won't be a damn bitch around you!"

"F the fucking Y I, Camila! My IQ is much higher than your retarded brain!"

She laugh angrily, "Please! My goddamn dog is much more smarter than you!"

"You know what?! Fuck you!"

"Okay, stop! We heard enough of this banter!" My mom yelled, stopping both Camila and I. But the death glare that we're giving each other didn't. "We get it. You two are not friends. You two hate each other. We get it. No need to say a very inappropriate words in front of the little ones!"

"See?! This is all your fault!" Camila and I said at the same time while pointing fingers at each other.

"Enough!" Now it's her mother's turn, "This feels weird to know that the adults are friends, the little siblings are friends, and... well, except for the older sisters. What's happening in here?"

"Camila fucking Cabello happened!"

"Lauren!"

"One question Mr. and Mrs. Jauregui. There's a lot of stupid people in the world, why did you decided to add one more?"

"Camila!"

"Your mother should've swallowed you!"

"And your father should've wiped you on the sheets!"

"You talk so much shit, I don't know whether to offer you a breath mint or a toilet paper!"

"Please, Lauren! You couldn't pour the water out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel! That's how stupid you are!"

"Ladies! Aren't you tired fighting with each other? Look at your younger siblings. They're much more matured than the two of you!"

"Lolo and Kaki would be a great friends if they ever get along." Tay suddenly butt in out of nowhere earning a loud disgusting scoff from the both of us.

"Friends? I prefer killing her instead!"

"And I prefer chopping off your damn tongue if that will stop you from abusing the privilege of being a stupid moron!"

"And you guys would be good looking couple too." Maggie commented, earning a smile from both the adults and younger ones.

Camila scoff, "Please! I don't do relationship with a dyke! Let alone a brain dead dyke!"

"I would rather fuck a lifeless body than to be in a relationship with a bitch like you!"

"Ladies! Oh my god! What did I say about the inappropriate words? And could you two please calm down?" It was my mom and she's already giving me a death glare which is not a good sign at all.

I guess I already consumed too much of my freedom of speech in this table so I just slide down from my chair a little and shut my mouth.

"We and Taylor are like that at first but when we finally get to know each other well we became best of friends." Sofi started and both our parents agreed.

"Maybe if Lolo and Kaki get to know each other too then they'll be friends too."

Camila's about to open her big dirty mouth when Mrs. Cabello cover it.

Thank fucking god!

"Thank you, Mrs. C—" Taylor covered mine as well.

"The kids have a point. Maybe you guys need to get to know each other more." My dad says.

"Spend a lot of time together." Added Mr. Cabello.

"What do you have in mind, Ale?"

"I don't mind sending Camila off to a dorm as long as she's with Lauren. Right, Sinu?"

Mrs. Cabello immediately nod her head. "Yeah, and Camila's 18 already and it's also practice for college."

"We don't mind sending Lauren off too." My mom says.

Wait, what?! Are they seriously proposing THAT?! No way! No fucking way I will live in one house with this fucking asshole!

I immediately push my sister's hand, "No, okay?! I would rather live in a house full of cockroach than to live with this asshole!"

"Lolo! Your mouth!" My sister called out, slapping my thigh.

"It's only right that you live along with your species."

"Camila!"

"Oh yeah?!"

"Aww I hurt your feelings by being blunt? Boo hoo! Maybe you should cry me a river, build me a bridge, and grow the fuck up!"

"You know what, Camila?! You are the reason why God created a middle finger! So fuck you!"

"Okay, that's it! That's enough! Starting tomorrow you two will live in one apartment. That's it. That's final."

Oh hell fucking no!

#camren #camren is love #camren is real #camilacabello #lauren jauregui #gxg #enemies to lovers #fifth harmony #dinah jane #normani #normani kordei #ally brooke #Wattpad #fanfic

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kittyball23 · 1 year ago

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Ways to Tell (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: It’s a little challenging, but four Trolls find a way to tell their biggest secret, whether to family, friend, acquaintance, or pet

A/N: Taking place before TBT :)

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“There’s something I need to tell you…”

Rhonda cocks her head at John Dory, her green eyes wide with curiosity as he starts to pull out a photograph from his hair, setting down the emptied bag of marshmallows they’d just finished wolfing down on the ground.

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“I probably should’ve told you a long time ago, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up…”

Bruce looks down in shame, feeling a little guilty from keeping the secret for so long. Brandy pauses in her dishwashing and looks down at him, knowing something serious is up that would require her full attention to be on her husband. With a hand on her belly, swollen with her fifth pregnancy, she asks him a question.

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“What is it?”

Clay breaks his gaze away from Viva’s for a second to scratch the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed. “You know, I wasn’t always a very serious businessman and licensed CPA like I am now, Veevs. You see, I… um, I…”

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“... I was part of a boyband.”

Crimp’s eyes widen with interest. “Wow! Really?”

“Yeah,” Floyd responds, nodding his head. “We really were something, too. The biggest one that there was, I think…”

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“... and the most brodacious!”

Rhonda blinks, trilling with excitement at how excited John Dory was getting telling her about it. He holds the picture up before her nose and points out each figure.

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“You see, there was five of us. John Dory, he was the oldest. Always liked to be called ‘The Leader.’ My brother Clay was ‘The Fun Boy.’ Floyd was ‘The Sensitive One.’ Branch was ‘Bitty B, The Baby.’ And me, well… I was Spruce. ‘The Heartthrob….’”

“‘Spruce?’” Brandy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah…” Bruce sighed. “I didn’t really want that whole ‘boyband’ thing following me for the rest of my life, so, when I got here, I changed my name…”

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“... because I’m not ‘The Fun Boy’ anymore,” Clay said firmly. “See, ‘Serious Boy Clay’ doesn’t do the ‘Rusty Robot’ anymore. He does the well-oiled machine robot, and it is NO fun at all.” He demonstrates by doing the dance.

Viva cocks her head. “Oh! Okay.” She still thought that it did look pretty fun, and was going to ask him if he was sure, but then another question popped into her mind.

“Wait, so if you guys were big and all, I mean… what happened?”

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Floyd sighs.

“A fight happened,” he explains. “It was mostly between John Dory, Spruce, and Clay. Spruce and Clay were getting tired of John Dory telling them what to do for the ‘Perfect Family Harmony,’ so they all quit. And I haven’t seen any of them since.”

“Aww…” Crimp slumped at hearing that. “Say… what’s the ‘Perfect Family Harmony’?”

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“It’s something we should’ve done that night, and if we did, we would’ve gone on the rest of our tour!” John Dory huffs, suddenly getting upset remembering the band’s breakup.

Rhonda notices his tension, and rubs against him, purring in an attempt to make him feel better.

JD pats her side. “Sorry for getting worked up, girl. It’s just that I know we could’ve done it. I wish things would’ve gone differently…”

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“... and maybe if they had, we would all still be together today.”

Brandy bent down, putting an arm around Bruce’s shoulder. “It wasn’t right for him to be so controlling like that,” she tells him. “You guys didn’t try to talk things out?”

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Clay shakes his head. “Nah, man. We were all too mad for that. The talking we did was yelling. And me n’ Spruce didn’t wanna put up with it anymore.”

“Oh…” Viva rubbed her arm. That was too bad to hear. A real story about a family divided by anger and differences was sadder than any sad book she and Clay would read in their sad-book club.

“Well,” Viva said, trying to remain chipper, “I mean, you can never say never, right? Maybe you guys will find each other again someday, and you’ll all be friends!”

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Floyd tilted his head, thinking about it. “Yeah… that really would be nice. I really wish I could see them again. Especially Baby Branch.” He smiled wistfully, thinking about his smallest, blue-haired brother, and wondering how many games of rummy he’d allowed their Grandma to win.

“I bet they’d be happy to see you,” Crimp assured.

“Yeah…” Floyd agreed, but then his smile disappeared. “If I ever find a way out of here…” He put his hands up to the diamond walls around him, still as firm as ever.

Unbeknownst to him, his two captors had been listening in on his conversation with their papery assistant, from just behind the door of the studio they were in.

“Did you hear that?” Velvet said excitedly to her brother.

“Uh-huh! It really is kinda sad,” Veneer replied, wiping away a little tear that had formed at the corner of his eye.

Velvet rolled her eyes at her brother’s emotions. “I think I can find a way to help our little friend, if you get what I mean.” She smiles sneakily, and Veneer isn’t quite on her train of thought yet.

“Uh… no?”

Velvet scoffs and drags her brother behind her. “Come on! Let me show you.”

She grabs a sheet of paper and takes the next five minutes composing a letter. When she’s done, she reads it out loud. “‘Dear John Dory, I am being held against my will by superstars Velvet and Veneer. Come to Mount Rageous at once and bring our brothers! Love Floyd, The Sensitive One.’” She beams and looks at him. “So, whaddya think?”

Veneer grimaces. “Um, are you sure you want those guys to come rescue him? I mean, we can’t lose a Troll, what we need is more Trolls, and how are we gonna do that if - “

He stops talking when Velvet gives him a “duh!” look, and the cogs begin turning in his head. “Ohhhh…” he drawls, a smirk tugging the corner of his lip. He puts an arm around Velvet and grins widely. “You know, I’m proud to call you my sister.”

Velvet nods, proud of herself, too. “I know!”

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“I’m glad you told me,” Brandy says, taking the news much better than what Bruce anticipated.

“Yeah, I’m glad, too. I promise I got no more secrets, honey.” He leans in to give her a hug, and then they are off. After all, four kids couldn’t be left alone for very long.

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“I never would’ve guessed you had four brothers, Clay,” Viva says, once he’s done telling his tale. She then grins, pulling out a scrapbook from her hair and opening it to show her friend the little family that was depicted there. “Would you believe I have a sister?”

Clay’s eyes widen and he grows curious. “Go on…”

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“Anyway, thanks for listenin’, girlie. You’re pretty good at it.”

Rhonda gives a bark, wagging her stumpy tail and giving John Dory one big doggy-kiss lick. He laughs, giving her a scratch behind the head and then making his way inside the caterbus, hanging up the photograph of him and his brothers up with the rest of his memorabilia.

He stares at it for a moment and then heads off to sleep, a dream visiting him of a time in which he was happy to sing alongside his brothers, and they were happy to be by his side, as great friends and bandmates.

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A/N: I tried following the “Two Scenes, One Dialogue” TV Trope, hopefully it makes sense!

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks #brozone #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #branch trolls #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction #100+

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