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[Cameorntheraison]

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 aH THERES MORE I SWEAR LMFAO and also thanks so much for reading y'all!! 

 

 

Chapter I don't even count anymore lmao
-- honestly a mood and a half.


“I can never, ever tell what day it is during the summer,” Addy told me once. She dropped her head onto her math work in defeat. “I can’t wait.”
“A month,” I had said, looking out the window at the budding trees. “One month. That’s all. And then, we will get to leave…. all of this and have the best summer ever. Nothing to worry about at all, everything will get better.” I put my head down on my own desk so my eyes were level with hers. “Everything.” -- Why does this read like they're two lovestruck teenagers planning to run away together on an indie road trip? I ship it <33. Platonically obviously, because #risabella. But lowkey, not platonically. do u feel that chemistry? gahhh Katherine, you've pulled me into the gay agenda. 

Addy moved her head slightly and looked at me, giving me a small smile. “Promise?” -- Mike voice: "it's something that you can't break. Ever." (let's be real, tho, for someone who doesn't understand the word 'promise', that's a terrible definition xD)

Also that entire flashback was so cute and wholesome and makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for what they used to have </3

I didn’t get an answer, she just threw her arms around so forcefully and so suddenly I almost fell over.
Oh.
She was hugging me so tight I thought she was afraid she’d disappear if I let her.
I hugged her back. She didn’t have to worry about that. -- ahhhhh *squeals* the feels oh my god.

“Hey.” I tried to calculate in my head if I could make it to my desk to get a pen and paper. I don’t think they accept wills written in the notes app, do they? -- ohh how I missed her savage internal thoughts. we stan a melodramatic queen.

All my possessions go to Addy, once she comes home. Including Ginger. -- how is this funny and heartbreaking at the same time??

I fidgeted with my necklace. - is that? The necklace?? The BFF one???

A million things were swirling around in my head. Pain, and the desire to go downstairs and get some advil, being two of those things. “She’s my age,” I said quietly. “She’s not a child.”
“By some standards, she is.”
“She’s thirteen.” -- me: oh my sweet smol summer child

“Don’t you use that tone with me! All I want to do is go to sleep, the least you could do is wait to yell at me until tomorrow!” -- Three words: I love her.

At this point I was surprised I hadn’t been killed and joined my Dad yet. I can imagine how that reunion would go. ‘Hey Dad, guess who it is? Remember when you told me to never talk back to Mom? Yeah, so I didn’t listen…” -- asdfghjkl there is a fine line between humour and heartbreak and you toe it perfectly, my friend. I'm in awe.

I got off my bed and stood up. “Mom,” I said. “I know what you’re going to do after this. You’re gonna go back into your room and spend an hour or so, walking back and forth, taking off your jewelry and ranting to your friend about what’s happening right now. About me. And you know what? You can do that. I don’t care. Maybe you need someone else to tell you that you’re being insane, I don’t know. But you know what? I can’t do that. Do you know why?”
My Mom didn’t say anything.
“The person I would go to, to rant and to tell how much I hate this, isn’t here. Her phone is in a sealed bag somewhere in a police station. So I think, I think it’s okay to just cut me a tiny bit of slack when I didn’t do anything wrong.”
-- *drops mic*
That was sensational. Someone give her the award for best comeback. (also ouch my heart.)

I fixed my eyes on a poster hanging up on the wall. Don’t say it, I thought. Don’t you dare say it.
“You can’t guarantee- you don’t know when-or if- she’s coming back. You need to adjust-”
“You’re kidding.”
“I just don’t want you putting your whole life on pause- or having false hope-” -- *puts on headphones and blasts DEH at full volume* she has a point but I'm not listening, I'm nOT listening... All I sEE is SKY for FOREVERRRR

“You can’t wait forever-”
“If that’s what I have to do, I will.” -- ok this could have been taken straight out of a love story.

My Mom stopped, as if she had just said something she wasn’t supposed to. I know what that face looks like on a person. I think Turtle’s face is permanently stuck like that. -- *wheezing.*

Apparently, some sort of security camera footage is gone. They had it, but when they went to go examine it for themselves at the station, it didn’t work. An error or something.” -- me: *cracking knuckles* if I find out that Turtle's grandma had anything to do with this, you bet my respect for the elderly is yeeting back to tennessee.

How useless are those people? -- I've been wondering the same thing since June 2018.

“You can’t just-”
“Good night, Isabella. Love you.” -- that was the most passive agressive 'love you' I've ever read. The cliffhanger ahhhh. I may be in more agony than Isabella. Please don't leave us hanging for too long, Cameron


This chapter surpassed all my expectations. I'm not sure whether I just forgot how amazing your writing was, or you've improved even more since the last chapter, but asgdhjkl. The relationship between Isabella and Addy, the argument, the angst, the FEELS. I feel like I've fallen in love with Spoiled all over again.
 

- Why does this read like they're two lovestruck teenagers planning to run away together on an indie road trip? I ship it <33. Platonically obviously, because #risabella. But lowkey, not platonically. do u feel that chemistry? gahhh Katherine, you've pulled me into the gay agenda"- LMAO haha yeessss join the gay agenda ( I mean like, we all know how TSTMS is going, so I guess the gay agenda truly got to you HJKSDFHJKFSHJSDK)  also honestly at this point I wouldn't put it past them to go on an indie road trip. I would support that, they deserve to be happy and have road trip shenanigans

"Also that entire flashback was so cute and wholesome and makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for what they used to have </3" you know what? same

is that? The necklace?? The BFF one???" yes !! yes it is!! 

"me: oh my sweet smol summer child" JKHFJKSDS yup, sorry Isabella, but I did not realize how young 13 was until I was suddenly not 13 anymore haha

 

 "asdfghjkl there is a fine line between humour and heartbreak and you toe it perfectly, my friend. I'm in awe." dhajkahfkj thank 

 

 *puts on headphones and blasts DEH at full volume* she has a point but I'm not listening, I'm nOT listening... All I sEE is SKY for FOREVERRRR" ahaha yes DEH REFERENCES IN TIMES OF DISTRESS

 

"I've been wondering the same thing since June 2018." okay so the reminded me that, oh wait, spoiled is thREE YEARS OLD NOW. Which is insane. So thank you for sticking around for so long, and thank you to everyone who sticks around, despite the constant radio silence haha. I very much appreciate it.                 

 

  "that was the most passive agressive 'love you' I've ever read. The cliffhanger ahhhh. I may be in more agony than Isabella. Please don't leave us hanging for too long, Cameron  :sweatdrop:" ...................is two months too long

 

 

 

 

[Cameorntheraison]

WOAH hey hello so once again I am emerging from being almost completely silent for months. Whoops. But in the interest of not making excuses I'm just gonna shut my mouth before I start ramping fjhfjkfsk.  I hope anyone who may be reading has a good day today, and this is your reminder that it's summer now, so go drink some water! Hydrate or die-drate my dudes. Also, I wish everyone a very Happy Pride Month!!!!  I know we are approaching the end of pride month sadly, but I hope you had a good June so far and I hope the the rest of your month is amazing! 

 

chapter........... (redacted)

 

Okay, that really adds insult to injury. Literally. I mean that. It hurt to move. 

I tried to sleep. I really did. And at first, it wasn’t hard. By this point my eyelids felt like they had turned into lead. I didn’t even have time to grab a stuffed animal, which I definitely would have done to try to make everything slightly more tolerable.

For a while, I was asleep. Isn’t it disappointing you don’t remember what it feels like to be asleep unless you count dreams? It’s just a gap in your memory. Personally I would like to know what it’s like to just be thinking about nothing at all.  Seems like something I would appreciate right about now.

    “What are you doing up?” 

I looked at my Mom, hand still holding the paper towel I was using to wipe down the fridge. Her voice had barely reached my ears over the sound of the music blasting in my ear buds. 

“Isabella?” 

I turned my focus back to the fridge. 

“Isabella,” my mom said again with a huff. “Isabella, it’s four in the morning. What are you doing up?” 

Suddenly there was a spot that urgently needed my absolute, utmost attention. 

“Answer me!” 

“And the walls kept tumbling down, in the city that we love...” I sang under my breath. 

“Seriously?” I could feel her eyes burning into me. Angry, and definately a few seconds away from confiscating my phone. 

I kept softly singing to myself. “Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above....” 

She tapped my shoulder.

“But if you close your eyes...” My fingers were tapping to the beat. 

“Again? You’re being childish, Isabella.” 

“Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?“

“I know you can hear me, cut this out right now.” 

“And if you close your eyes....” 

She crossed her arms. 

“Does it almost feel like you've been here before?” 

What can I say? It’s a good song.

But,  I paused it and took out my earbuds. 

Yep, she was glaring at me. 

“Don’t ignore me, Isabella.”

Well, I couldn’t say I was ignoring her. I was looking straight at her by now. 

She kept waiting for me to say something. 

“What were you talking about?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“The security footage.” 

“All I heard was that it was gone,” she said. 

I stared at her for a minute. “You’re sure you didn’t hear more? At all?” I bit my tongue. You’re too curious, I told myself. You’re giving her too much emotion. I hated how much I sounded like a little kid again. 

“No.”  

“You heard the police say it was gone.” 

“Yes.” 

“And that’s all.” 

“Yes, Isabella, that’s all I know,” she snapped so forcefully I almost fell over. “I would tell you if I did, but I don’t. You-“ 

I didn’t hear the rest of what she was saying. I put my earbuds back in and turned the volume all the way up.

“How am I going to be an optimist about this?

How am I going to be an optimist about this?” 

Just like I knew she would, she eventually sighed and climbed the stairs back to her room, muttering to herself. 

Note to self, tell Addy that four am is the best time to be mad at your mom, because she’ll be so tired she’ll eventually go back to bed. 

Not that Addy was mad at her mom that much. Maybe she can tell Ryan instead.

My brain felt  like I was in a dream. When I walked upstairs a few songs later, I was nearly convinced I was floating. 

From the open windows I could see the sun just starting to rise. 

When I was a kid my dad used to always tell me to look when the sun rose or set, if I was awake. It was just a little different every day, he said. I don’t know if he’s right, obviously. For one thing, I’ve never checked, because, well, who cares?  That, and he probably made it up anyway.

The first door on the left was open. I wasn’t sure if I could actually see a shadow sitting up by the window or if I really did hit my head too hard.

“Aliah?”   

She jumped, and spun around to look at me. 

"Sorry," I said softly. "Didn't mean to scare you." 

Aliah shrugged. 

"Are you okay? It's like, four in the morning." 

" 'm fine." 

She kind of did look like a ghost, sitting there by the window. Sad and broken, just absently staring outside. 

"Can I do anything for you?" 

She thought for a second. "Maybe one thing." 

I slid a bowl across the table. 

"Reese's puffs," she said flatly. "You have taste." 

"I pride myself on my cereal choices." 

That got a small smile.  "Respectable." 

"So." I sat down in a chair across from her. "Couldn't sleep?" 

Aliah nodded. "I'm not sure if I ever will again, to be honest." 

"Been there." 

She looked up from her cereal. "You were....?" 

"No. And I bet that if I had gone through what you and Ad- what you've gone though- god, I don't even know, I can't imagine.But I've felt like that. That I'd never be able to sleep again." 

"It sucks, doesn't it?" 

"A lot, yes." 

I wish I could tell her it would get better. That it would go away. I wanted that for her. But how could I?  How could I guarantee her something I didn't even have for myself? I still lie awake some nights. I still freeze up and freak out, and that was even before Addy went...away. 

My stomach twisted. God, what waits for her, after this? I thought. How much of her life will be different? 

"Tell someone." I said after a minute of staring at the table. 

"What?" 

"Don't be stupid like I was. Tell someone what happened. Ask your mom to see somebody. If you don't want her to know, say that school is stressing you out. Let your friends love you and be there for you. If you need to vent, vent." 

She was looking up, now, away from her cereal. 

I fiddled with a bracelet on my wrist. "Listen, you....I can't possibly know what you're about to go through, but I don't think it'll be easy." 

She looked at the table and didn’t say anything. 

Shoot, I thought. I'm scaring her. For a minute I was afraid she would cry. Or yell at me. Who was I, to do this to her now? Who was I to her at all? 

"I thought the hard part was supposed to be over," she whispered. 

“I know. And in some ways, it is. But please, please don’t be stupid like I was. Please talk to someone about it. Shout it from the dang rooftops if you need to.” 

“That would mean I would have to remember it.” Her eyes were fixed on the table. “And I don’t want to.” 

“I understand that, trust me, just please, talk to them about anything. If not what happened, about how it made you feel.” 

What other way could I phrase it? My mind flashed with memories. Memories of what came after. Of being alone, of being afraid. Of the feelings that didn’t go away no matter what I did. “Please, Aliah,” I said. “Please don’t be like me. I don’t want that for you.” 

She was quiet for a minute. “Okay.”  

I wished she could see how much I meant it. How much I wanted it to go away for her. I wished her nights of sleeping peacefully and days of her loving everything about being alive.

But I also couldn’t bring myself to lie. 

It was quiet for a while. I looked at the table, and for the first time she seemed to notice where she was. 

“Your friend.” Aliah said finally. “Addy.”  

“What about her?” 

She gestured to a picture held up by a magnet on the side of the fridge.  “That her?”  

My stomach dropped. “Yeah.” 

“It’s a nice picture.” 

“Yeah.”

  In the back of my mind I heard Addy complaining about how much shorter she looked than me. 

“I can’t believe this is how I’m being immortalized forever. The dumbest picture ever taken of me, and it’s on your fridge. And I look like I’m two feet tall.”

I poured her a glass of lemonade. “Alright, calm down, Mrs. What Is A Legacy, it is not how you are being immortalized, and it’s obviously not gonna be there forever.” 

Addy took it off the fridge. “Alright, the fact that it’s held up by the matching glitter magnet we made in fifth grade really, really adds insult to injury.” 

“I wasn’t aware you had so many opinions today.” 

“My kitchen still has macaroni art I made when I was in kindergarten. Kindergarten, Isabella! What goes on the fridge, never leaves the fridge.” 

“Well maybe I should send it to your mom and she can put it up there too. Right next to your masterpiece.” 

“Isabella.” She stuck it back on. “I am in the process of falling  off of your shoulders, wrapped in christmas lights, and wearing a reindeer onesie.”

“Hey, you pulled off that reindeer onesie better than I ever could.”

“If my brother saw it I would never hear the end of it. It would be the picture they show at my funeral.” 

“Is that a request for your funeral? I’ll write it down. ‘Must Display Reindeer Photograph.’”

“I would. Come back from the dead. To haunt you.”

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t be a ghost with you.” 

“You don’t who you were with, do you?” It came out before I could think about it. Please ignore it. Please say you didn’t hear. Please say- 

“Huh?” 

“Oh, nothing, that was really insensitive, I’m sorry-” 

“I know I was with Addy. I know there were others, but at the end they were all gone except her. I know there were a lot of people there. They had a mask most of the time, I only saw them a few times. Once was a guy. Another time was some random old  lady. Sometimes a group with both, and with other adults I couldn’t see.  I never heard a name, I didn’t know them. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” 

“I am.”  

Soon enough Aliah’s Moms’  had flown in, and I managed to convince my mom to drive us to the airport. She was still clearly angry at me, but every time I thought she would yell at me I reminded her that “Aliah was our guest” and that seemed to keep her quiet. Ryan and Turtle came over to say goodbye. I wasn’t sure whether either of them had told anyone where they were going, and I thought Turtle lived a bit far to have biked from, but by that point I was too afraid to ask.  

Ryan cursed. “It’s just gone?” 

I had waited until they were just about to leave and out of earshot to tell them what my mom had (so very gently) told me. 

“Apparently.” 

“How is that even possible?”  Turtle asked. “Like- how could it just disappear like that?” 

“I don’t know.”

A tense silence fell over us. 

“This is bad.” Turtle said after a minute. “Like, this is really bad. Isn’t it?” 

“Thank you for the observation.” 

“Well, I mean, clearly it hasn’t been helping them much,” Ryan said quietly. 

 Turtle messed with the gears on his bike. “You’re sure Aliah doesn’t know anything else?”

“Yes, I’m sure, and I’m not asking her again. She’s been through enough.” 

“Well, clearly Addy’s going through more, right?” 

I crossed my arms. “Excuse me?” 

“I mean like, we know where Aliah is, right? Sure, she’s upset, but she’s safe enough. And clearly Addy isn’t. So does it really matter if asking what she knows upsets her?” 

I narrowed my eyes. “We already asked her. She’s told us everything she knows at this point.” 

“Well yeah, but how do we know? She could just be lying-”

“What is wrong with you?” 

“John,” Ryan said. “Just leave it.” 

“I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking! You’ve been the only one to trust her this whole time and you won’t listen to anyone else who-”

“Shut up.”

“We barely know her! We have literally no reason to trust h-”

“I said shut up!” I can’t believe Addy ever liked you, I thought. She  deserves so much better.

“Why are you more concerned about helping some random girl you met yesterday then finding Addy?”

“Are you losing your mind?! Of course I’m not-” 

“You’re just mad that you could help her and not Addy.”

My face felt hot. “Screw you!” 

Turtle was about to say something else when Ryan took off, pedaling down the hill. 

“Ryan!”

“I’m going home,” he called out, and disappeared around the corner.

“Isabella!” My mom yelled. “We have to go!”

I shot one last look at Turtle. “Get out of the way before we run you over.” 

“Is everything okay?” Aliah asked when I had run back up to the car. 

I forced a smile. “Yeah.”

When Aliah and her parents saw eachother at the airport, they almost fell over. I didn’t even know she could run that fast, but she ran up to them and it seemed like they were hugging her forever. One of the women was shorter than her daughter, with blonde hair and a green t shirt. The other was taller, with long black hair and wearing a flowy blue dress. 

“Mom,” I heard Aliah say over and over, voice cracking as she did. “Mom, Mom, Mom.”

 After they had pulled away from eachother, they were talking, and Aliah led them over to me.

 She wiped her face. “Uh, Isabella, these are my parents.” 

I waved to them. 

“Thank you so much,” the lady with black hair said. “Thank you for everything.” 

They talked to my mom for a bit. 

“Oh I didn’t do anything,” my mom told them. “It was all Isabella.”

 

Before they left, Aliah threw her arms around me one more time. “Thank you,” she whispered. 

I hugged her back, willing myself to remember everything about this moment that I could. 

I wanted to say something. But my mind was empty.

“Text me when you get home,” I said. 

“I will.” She smiled a little. “You’re pretty cool. Maybe one day we’ll meet again under better circumstances. For fun, this time.” 

“I’ll be sure to tell Addy.”

“Give her my number for me, will you?”

“Of course.” 

“Aliah!” The woman with black hair called. 

She turned to me one last time. “Bye.” 

“Bye.” 

And with that they walked away, arms around eachother, disappearing into the crowds of people. 

[midget7]

honestly at this point I wouldn't put it past them to go on an indie road trip. I would support that, they deserve to be happy and have road trip shenanigans -- petition for this to happen omg. (Also, spoiled/midgetverse crossover where the spoiled squad go on an indie roadtrip with the IFM. Imagine the chaotic gay energy.)

 

spoiled is thREE YEARS OLD NOW. Which is insane. So thank you for sticking around for so long, and thank you to everyone who sticks around, despite the constant radio silence haha. I very much appreciate it. -- 3 years and still going strong, yes mate! so much respect for writing for that long!! It takes a lot to keep going while simultaneously cringing at the stuff you wrote before (I would know xD). Also, this has reminded me that I wanna read Radio Silence hehe.

 

Hydrate or die-drate my dudes. -- *spits out water* die-drate oh my god.

 

Happy Pride Month!!!! -- no longer pride month sad lads, but happy pride regardless, because every day of the year should be a celebration of pride whoop

 

chapter........... (redacted) -- I snort every time I read this xDD

 

I didn’t even have time to grab a stuffed animal, which I definitely would have done to try to make everything slightly more tolerable. -- stuffed animals are so underrated. They make every situation more bearable. I tried to banish my stuffed animal collection to the wardrobe to be more "grown up", realised that was stupid and reverted back to hugging my fluffy seal every time I need emotional support lmao.

 

Isn’t it disappointing you don’t remember what it feels like to be asleep unless you count dreams? It’s just a gap in your memory. Personally I would like to know what it’s like to just be thinking about nothing at all.  Seems like something I would appreciate right about now. -- truer words have never been spoken. This chapter is so quotable (in a good way!) and this bit is one of my favourites!!!

 

“And the walls kept tumbling down, in the city that we love...” I sang under my breath.  -- ngl, my broadway trash brain immediately went to:

Even as the walls come tumbling down

Even as I can't stop remembering how
Every door we ever made, we never once walked out
Something I never got the chance to ask her about

So with flour on my hands
I'll show them all how
Goddam happy I am
Sugar, butter, flour
Don't let me down
Let's see the next amazing thing baking does now

 

Ok but Isabella singing Bastille at the fridge door while her mom is trying to talk to her is the biggest power move.

 

“How am I going to be an optimist about this?

How am I going to be an optimist about this?”  -- your song choices are always on point! <3 (Also I'm listening to Pompeii as I type this for maximum v i b e s)

 

Note to self, tell Addy that four am is the best time to be mad at your mom, because she’ll be so tired she’ll eventually go back to bed.  -- why am I taking life hacks from a fictional 13 year old girl with a very questionable emotional state?

 

She kind of did look like a ghost, sitting there by the window. Sad and broken, just absently staring outside.  -- ouch, how do you shatter my heart in two sentences?

 

"Reese's puffs," she said flatly. "You have taste."  -- me, a brit who has never eaten a reese's puff in her life: dam right she has taste.

 

"Couldn't sleep?" 

Aliah nodded. "I'm not sure if I ever will again, to be honest." 

"Been there."  -- I want to give both of them a hug and a therapist.

 

I wish I could tell her it would get better. That it would go away. I wanted that for her. But how could I?  How could I guarantee her something I didn't even have for myself? I still lie awake some nights. I still freeze up and freak out, and that was even before Addy went...away.  -- *sobs* she deserves so much better. Sometimes I forget that Isabella had already gone through a sheep ton of trauma even before Spoiled started   

 

"Don't be stupid like I was. Tell someone what happened. Ask your mom to see somebody. If you don't want her to know, say that school is stressing you out. Let your friends love you and be there for you. If you need to vent, vent."  -- everyone needs an Isabella in their life. we stan a supportive friend.

 

I fiddled with a bracelet on my wrist. -- I know it was a frienship necklace, but I want to imagine that she has a friendship bracelet too </3

 

"I thought the hard part was supposed to be over," she whispered. -- the feels...

 

“That would mean I would have to remember it.” Her eyes were fixed on the table. “And I don’t want to.”  -- the FEELS   

 

I wished she could see how much I meant it. How much I wanted it to go away for her. I wished her nights of sleeping peacefully and days of her loving everything about being alive.

But I also couldn’t bring myself to lie.  -- THE   F E E L S OMGSDFGSHJKFLK           

 

What goes on the fridge, never leaves the fridge.”  -- Another incredibly quotable line. But seriously, their entire convo is just iconic. Have I mentioned how much I adore those two? Your dialogue is masterful, my guy. It feels so real, so random and spontaneous, but meaningful at the same time.

 

“I would. Come back from the dead. To haunt you.”

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t be a ghost with you.” -- THIS HAD BETTER NOT BE FORESHADOWING, DON'T YOU DARE TRY ANYTHING ISABELLA, YOU HEAR ME???

 

Another time was some random old  lady.  --............................turtle's grandma?? iS tHaT yOu??

 

“Well yeah, but how do we know? She could just be lying-”

“What is wrong with you?” 

“John,” Ryan said. “Just leave it.” 

“I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking! You’ve been the only one to trust her this whole time and you won’t listen to anyone else who-”

“Shut up.” -- I see that Turtle has inherited some of his grandma's a-hole genes smh.

 

“I said shut up!” I can’t believe Addy ever liked you, I thought. She  deserves so much better. -- let's be real, most guys at that age are pieces of shiitake mushroom.

 

But this makes me sad Turtle, you're better than this. (Cameron, if you break up the squad now I swear I'll---)

 

I shot one last look at Turtle. “Get out of the way before we run you over.”  -- QUEEN i love her so much xDD

 

*

 

This chapter gave me vertigo.

 

Because it was one heck of an emotional rollercoaster. 

 

The ANGST, the flashbacks, the emotional support conversations. Aliah being reunited with her parents. :')

 

I've always LOVED this story and its characters. But, recently (after coming back from your hiatus, if that's an accurate word haha), it's been on another level. I feel like I could pick this off the YA shelf at a book shop, it's that good. The style, the flair, the wit. *chef's kiss* You've got a way of writing that feels like Isabella's having a conversation with the reader, and it's so engaging to read!!! LOVE it. Keep it up, Cameron!!! 

[Cameorntheraison]

 "petition for this to happen omg. (Also, spoiled/midgetverse crossover where the spoiled squad go on an indie roadtrip with the IFM. Imagine the chaotic gay energy.)" omg. Yes. *aggressively signs petition* There would be. So much chaotic gay energy.  Ferne and Addy would vibe in the back seat and be concerned for everyone else's safety, Isabella would probably think Prati was the coolest person on the planet and they would do god knows what together. Probably be the two that get kicked out of a rest stop for something bahaha. Katherine (And Samy if she was there, and Addy, and maybe akari?) would keep hijacking the music to make it extremely gay and full of musicals as well. When a bop is playing everyone is s c r e a m i n g the words. With some dancing as well. And ABBA. There is so much ABBA, just cause. And queen, and girl in red, and so much music. Jerry, Turtle, Ryan, and Kai are.... vibing?? Katherine keeps messing around and doing mildly chaotic things with Jerry and Turtle. Akari has somehow ended up doing Isabella's hair and makeup to be sparkly and way over the top and Isabella does not know how to handle this. At all.  At one point, Jerry and Turtle were trusted to go buy some food for everyone, and they promptly realized it was a mistake, because all they brought back was candy and other junk food. One time there was a spider in the car and it was. CHAOS. Everyone was screaming and the car had to be pulled over. If Marie is there she is absolutely silently judging everyone's life choices with Prati and Akari and is also helping Kai and Ferne make sure these idiots don't land themselves in a hospital.  There have also been several, SEVERAL group therapy sessions and parts where everyone is sharing stories. Somehow, some way, the idiots from mordley sneak kinder eggs into the US, or they help the spoiled squad sneak them in. At some point they all went ghost hunting, and the whole time Ryan (and Sammy, if she was there) were talking with Akari (and everyone else bahhahaha) and talking about cryptids.  Wow that turned into....a long ramble.  Whoops. 

 

"stuffed animals are so underrated. They make every situation more bearable. I tried to banish my stuffed animal collection to the wardrobe to be more "grown up", realised that was stupid and reverted back to hugging my fluffy seal every time I need emotional support lmao." omg they are so underrated!! aha yes I'm glad you came to your seNsES after hdfskjahafj.  I have two stuffed dogs  (one for each house lmao) and a rainbow flippy octopus that I turn to when I need emotional support nfskjghsjk.  And if I may ask...

 

does your seal have a name? 

 

 

AAAAHHHH WAITRESS YES

 

 "your song choices are always on point! <3 (Also I'm listening to Pompeii as I type this for maximum v i b e s)" -aw thank you!! and y e s Pompeii is such a good song and got the maximum v i b e s we love that

 

"why am I taking life hacks from a fictional 13 year old girl with a very questionable emotional state?" HJKFSDHKJGJKHJGK that.... that is a fair question. Sometimes you get the best life hacks when your emotional state is questionable tbh.... 

 

"I want to give both of them a hug and a therapist." same. They  desperately need both of those things. 

 

"*sobs* she deserves so much better. Sometimes I forget that Isabella had already gone through a sheep ton of trauma even before Spoiled started    " heh y e a h *sweats at all the trauma I gave her when I was a  cringy, angsty 13 year old* 

 

 "I know it was a friendship necklace, but I want to imagine that she has a friendship bracelet too </3" she absolutely does :') I think Addy would really like making them for people and probably gave that one to Isabella and or has one that matches

 

 

" Another incredibly quotable line. But seriously, their entire convo is just iconic. Have I mentioned how much I adore those two? Your dialogue is masterful, my guy. It feels so real, so random and spontaneous, but meaningful at the same time."  - Thank you so much!! I'm glad you think it feels real hjkksks. I always worry that it sounds too cheesy or too over the top and I try to make it sound like something an actual person would say. (key word: try...) 

 

" THIS HAD BETTER NOT BE FORESHADOWING, DON'T YOU DARE TRY ANYTHING ISABELLA, YOU HEAR ME???" bahHFHDDFJSKHGKJHGKJHKKJS no spoilers of course but I think that would be a bit dark of me to put on a hamster forum, even for me... 

 

"I see that Turtle has inherited some of his grandma's a-hole genes smh." not that many!! hEs noT a ComPLeTeLY bAd pErSoN iM soRrY 

 

 "let's be real, most guys at that age are pieces of shiitake mushroom." y e p

 

"But this makes me sad  :valentine:" Aw thank you so much!! aha hiatus is a good word, ​even though I go on one between every chapter at this point JKDGFJKJK and that was actually like, really encouraging, so thank you, I appreciate it my dude. :')) 

 

 

[Cameorntheraison]

Hey y'all! For once I have another chapter less then a month after the last one, look at me go fhjkfhsjkghfkjs. I hope everyone's having a good summer and staying safe, and before the actual chapter I just wanna say something real quick.

and here is a bit of a warning: 

 

 

Spoiler

This chapter has a bit of content warning, I guess. As does the rest of this story of course, but since I have the opportunity to put this here now, I'm going to. A warning for.. mentions of kidnapping, cops, yelling, and also this one is.. a bit of a heavy one, I think, and it might deal with some mental well-being stuff, for lack of a better word. I hope everyone is taking care of themselves, and if something like that will a hit a bit too close to home to the point you think it'll put you in a bad place, please proceed with caution or maybe skip this one.  

 

I hope everyone's doing well. And remember to drink water and get a snack, if you haven't already  

 

 

                                      Chapter...... wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? 

 

Ding! 

 

 The resident theatre kid: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GUYS SEND HELP

 

Bi-guette: WHAT

KATHERINE I’M AN OCEAN AWAY I CANT BAIL YOU OUT IF YOU DO SOMETHING STUPID

 

The resident theatre kid: SHUT UP I DIDNT DO ANYTHING STUPID 

THE SHOW IS TONIGHT

 

Bi-guette: what show?

 

The resident theatre kid: THE SHOW I’M IN

 

Bi-guette: Oh nice! Break a leg!!!! 

 

The resident theatre kid: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

Bi-guette: What’s wrong? 

 

The resident theatre kid: I’M SCARED

 

Bi-guette: You’ll do amazing!! 

 

The resident theatre kid: AAAA AA A A A A AA HHHH

 

Bi-guette: You’ve done this a bunch of times, haven’t you? Been in a show? 

 

The resident theatre kid: YEAH BUT IVE NEVER HAD A PART THIS BIG BEFORE WHAT IF I MESS IT UP

 

Bi-guette: I’m sure you won’t mess it up

 

The resident theatre kid: WHAT IF I DO AND I SOUND BAD

 

Bi-guette: Your voice is beautiful, you’ll do a great job

 

The resident theatre kid: WHAT IF I MESS UP AND I LOOK BAD IN FRONT OF EVERYONE 

AND THEN SAMMY THINKS IM AN IDIOT

AND THEN

 

Bi-guette: Oh. My. God. I know you aren’t letting some girl make you nervous about this 

 

The resident theatre kid: well it’s not JUST that- 

 

Bi-guette: Katherine. Listen to me.  

You’ve been preparing for this and you’ve been working your butt off.

You know what you’re doing, I’m pretty sure I heard you muttering your lines in your sleep when I was at your house a few times. 

You’re going to wow everyone. Nobody will think you’re an idiot, I promise you. 

And if Sammy thinks you’re an idiot, she’s the dumbest person in the world. 

 

The resident theatre kid: ……

Thanks

 

Bi-guette: <3

 

The resident theatre kid: oh god I gtg I’ll talk to y’all later 

 

Bi-guette: break a leg!!! You’ll do awesome!! 

 

Isabella can back me up on this 

 

Isabella? 

 

Ding! 

 

Hey, it’s Aliah. Just wanted to let you know I got home a few hours  ago. It’s… a lot. But a good a lot, you know? The plane ride was long, lol. My Moms are happy. I’m sorry, I’m rambling, I know. But I know you’re still dealing with stuff, and I hope you’re doing okay. 

And I wanted to thank you again. 

 

Ding!

 

The resident theatre kid: AAAAAAAAA I DID IT 

 

Bi-guette: how did it go?

 

The resident theatre kid: AMAZING

MY MOM GAVE ME FLOWERS AND SAMMY COMPLIMENTED ME AND WE GOT TO GOOF OFF BACKSTAGE FOR LIKE THREE HOURS IT WAS SO FUN 

 

Bi-guette: pFFFFFFF that’s great!! 

 

Ding! 

 

Hey, I know that the other day was kind of a mess, and I’m sorry that I took off like that. Just….wanted to get away before I did something stupid. But it’s definitely weird that the security camera footage was gone. I mean… what??? How does that even happen? 

 

Ding! 

 

Bi-guette: Hey, are you doing okay? 

I won’t press, It’s just that you usually respond over there in the gc more often and I know you don’t have it easy at the moment 

Let me know if you need to talk, alright? I’m always here <3 

 

Ding! 

 

The resident theatre kid: I just finished the last show :< 

 

Bi-guette: oh :(( are you alright? 

 

The resident theatre kid: Yeah, I’m alright, we got lucky, we had like 4 days of performances which is more than normal bahahaha

Still 

The end of every show is sad :~: 

 

Ding!

 

Ding.

Ding. 

Ding.

 

“Isabella!” My mom threw open my door. “Isabella, let’s go, get up! It’s two in the afternoon, no more staying in bed on your phone all day.” 

“ ‘M not on my phone.”

“I know you are. Come on, get up. Your room is a mess. And for god’s sake, open your blinds, it’s dark in here.” 

She had a laundry basket on her hip, her hair in a bun and she was wearing grey sweatpants and a blue tank top. 

Oh god, it’s the cleaning outfit. I’m in trouble. 

“Don’t feel good.” 

“You’ve been saying that for days.” She walked over to the bed and held her hand against my cheek. “You don’t have a fever.” 

“I’m a medical abnormality.” 

“Sure. C’mon, it’s a beautiful day, I want you outside.” 

 

There was a spider making its web on my bike. As I sped down the hill, all I could do was hope there weren't any more left to surprise me.

 

Somehow I found myself passing Addy’s house. I don’t know why. It was out of the way from where I was going, but I was on autopilot, so I guess I was in the neighborhood out of habit. I  thought I heard someone call my name as I passed, but I figured I imagined it  and kept going. 

 

“Look, kid, Officer Coleman’s not here today. Even if he was, he couldn’t help you.” 

“I just want to know how it just disappeared like that. I don’t understand.” 

The woman slowly raised her eyes from the computer screen. “The girl or the footage?” 

I shook my head. “What is wrong with you?” 

She popped her gum and stared at me. 

“Obviously, I mean the footage.” 

“I told you, we don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “We had it, and when they looked at it again it was gone.” 

“And you’re not doing anything about it?” 

“Not me personally. Not my job.” 

“Well it’s someone’s, isn’t it?” 

The woman typed on her computer for a minute. “I guess so.” 

“You ‘guess so’? You don’t think it’s the least bit suspicious?”

“Meh. I’ve seen weirder.” 

“You can’t be serious.” 

She sighed again. “Why don’t you just go home already? Does your Mommy know where you are?” 

I took a step closer. “Has anyone, any single person here, spent five minutes thinking about how to help Addy?” 

“It’s their job to-” 

“Five. Minutes. Has anybody even tried? At all?” 

“Obviously we-” 

My voice sounded flat when I spoke. “Oh, don’t you go all ‘customer service’ voice on me now. Any kind of evidence that you have, we dropped right into your hands. Me and my friends have-”

“I thought your friend was the missing girl.” 

“Me and my friends have brought you everything. The footage, the phone, her family gave you more than that. We gave you information, we were the witnesses, I gave you a voicemail, we told you about a girl who came from the same place and saw Addy alive. If I asked about her case and showed anyone a picture, would they even know who they were looking at?” 

The woman leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Sounds to me like you’re giving yourself too much credit. And by the way, that phone was contaminated. You and your miraculous friends had already touched it by the time we got the thing.” 

“You’re sure you weren’t hacked or something?”

“Dunno.” She snapped.

“Isn’t there any way you can-”  

She stood up, and her eyes were level with mine. “Why don’t you go before I have you escorted off the property? Trust me, they’re all used to dealing with crazies like you.” 

“But-” I didn’t get time to answer.

 

“Isabella?” The front door swung open, and standing inside was Ryan. 

The woman checked a clock hanging on the wall. “Thirty minutes left on my shift, and this happens,” she muttered to herself. 

He walked over to me. “What’s going on?”  

“Please tell your friend here to shut up.” 

“What did she-”

“Kid waltzes in here like she owns the place, demanding to know all this stuff, and by the way, I’m not paid enough to know all that anyway, trust me, and then she’s all-” 

I looked at the floor. “That’s not what happened.” 

“Back off and let us do our job, kid.” 

“Are you getting paid to slack off all day?”

Her eyes narrowed. “What did you just say to me?” 

“I said th-”

“We’re going now! She said we’re going now.” Ryan started to walk back to the door. 

“But I-” 

“Isabella!” His voice sounded so loud I flinched.

He’s angry, I thought. Oh god, oh god, oh god……

 

So, I followed him. Out the door and to a bench outside. 

“Are you nuts? What the heck did I just walk into?” 

“You said yourself it was weird that the footage went missing.” 

“So you just go in there and start yelling at her? I’m willing to bet it wasn’t her fault.”

It was a hot day outside. “Wasn’t yelling at her.” 

“Really? Are you sure? Because that’s what you usually do.” 

“How did you even know I was here?” 

“I saw you riding past my house, and I called out to you, but you didn’t answer, and then I saw you came here-”

“So you followed me? Creep.” 

That was the wrong thing to say.

“You looked suspicious! And like something was wrong. I texted you like three days ago and you didn’t answer. I was worried.” 

“I was busy. Sorry.” 

“And then I come here, and find you going off and-” 

Okay, full transparency here: I didn’t listen to what he said next. I couldn’t concentrate, even if I wanted to. And his voice kept getting louder and louder, and he seemed angry, so I blocked it out. 

“...and you’re such a loose fuse, you don’t know when to-”

Spinning. Everything’s spinning. 

“....can’t there just be one day you don’t argue with John? I mean, seriously…” 

Am I really here? 

“...and yelling at a police officer! You’ve lost your mind, Isabella, you’ve officially lost it!”

Breathe.

“.....we’re all baby-sitting! You have some serious stuff to work out, I swear, because…” 

“Please stop yelling,” I heard myself say softly.

“.......Come on!”

Please.

He seemed to have gotten it all out of his system, and he stopped to take a breath, and was looking at me expectantly. 

“ ‘M gonna sit down.” I said, and felt for the bench. 

And then I wasn’t sitting on the bench. 

Mostly, everything was splotches of white, but from what I could see, I was on the ground. Ryan’s voice sounded like he was underwater. Still loud, but less angry. 

“Isabella? Hey, can you hear me?” 

Did you hear me? 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good.” 

I heard him cursing under his breath. 

“Language.”

“What?” 

“Language.” 

“Says you.” 

I was leaning against the seat of the bench I was supposed to be sitting on right about now. Slowly the white in my vision was going away. 

“Are you alright? Do I need to get help?” 

“No, I’m good. I feel better already.” 

He sat down next to me and studied my face. “When was the last time you slept?” 

“It’s rude to ask about a lady’s dark circles.”

He rolled his eyes. 

I hugged my knees to my chest and stared at the road. 

 “I’m sorry for yelling,” he said quietly.

“Eh.”

“No, I shouldn’t have done that.” 

Obviously.

Ryan was quiet for a minute. “Hey, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, told, you, fine. Just clumsy is all, I guess.” 

“Not what I meant.” 

I turned my head to look at him. I don’t remember it taking this much effort.

“You just seem….off…” he said. “I’ve never seen you this quiet before. You always answer messages. None of this is like you.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Is it….you know….” 

For your information, sir, I haven’t cried in over a week, so I’m doing pretty good, actually. 

I stood up and brushed dirt off my shorts. “I wanna go home.” 

“You look like you feel like garbage.” 

“Okay.” 

“Look, I know you’re close to Addy, I get it. Trust me, I get it. Usually I barely talk to you at all, I know. But….this isn’t you. We’ve all been losing it a little more every day that she’s gone, you have too, and I can tell, but….”

“But what.”

“Nothing. I just wanna make sure you’re alright is all. You seem like you’re out of it.”

“I’m alright. And I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“‘Do you feel…” 

“Whatever you’re gonna say, no. I feel like I would like to go home.” 

Ryan sighed. “Can I bike home with you, at least?” 

The way home was quiet. And hot. And long. 

I was going off to put my bike away. 

Ryan fidgeted with the brake on his own bike. “Hey, so…I’m not usually the kind of person to do this, but you look like you need it, so, want a hug before I go?” 

“You look like trash too, so sure.” 

“Aw,” he said sarcastically. “Isabella’s still in there somewhere.” 

I would’ve laughed, if I could. No, I thought to myself. No, she’s not. 

He held his arms out. “C’mon? For me?”

I walked towards him and, against my better judgement, accepted it. My head flopped over, and for whatever reason I couldn’t bring my arms up to hug him back. But he still hugged me.

I thought about when the last time I hugged Addy was. Tried to remember. Was it the last time she left a sleepover? The last day of school? How long has it been? 

And suddenly I wished I had hugged her more.

“I’m sorry,” I heard myself whisper. 

I could’ve cried, or I thought I could have. But the tears didn’t come. 

Ryan pulled away. “Don’t apologize.”

I just stared at him. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“What’s tomorrow?” 

“Don’t know yet.  Guess you have to be there to find out.” 

I shrugged. “Guess so.” 

 

 

~note 

So, in the hope that people are reading this part lmfao, I wanna say a few (more) things. I would like to say that if you're feeling similar to Isabella, or if you're in any way struggling with mental health or mental... well being I guess, I want to say that there is help out there, I promise. Getting it can be scary, but it is out there. There is no shame in needing help.  I can tell you that you won't feel this way forever, and you're not alone.  My PMs are open if you ever need to talk. All cliche things to say, I know. There's also some things in this post  that might be helpful    http://hamsterhideout.com/forum/topic/91532-self-harm-prevention-and-distress-helplines/   

and yeah, okay, talk over, take care of yourselves and stay safe - cam 

 

[midget7]

 "petition for this to happen omg. (Also, spoiled/midgetverse crossover where the spoiled squad go on an indie roadtrip with the IFM. Imagine the chaotic gay energy.)" omg. Yes. *aggressively signs petition* There would be. So much chaotic gay energy.  Ferne and Addy would vibe in the back seat and be concerned for everyone else's safety, Isabella would probably think Prati was the coolest person on the planet and they would do god knows what together. Probably be the two that get kicked out of a rest stop for something bahaha. Katherine (And Samy if she was there, and Addy, and maybe akari?) would keep hijacking the music to make it extremely gay and full of musicals as well. When a bop is playing everyone is s c r e a m i n g the words. With some dancing as well. And ABBA. There is so much ABBA, just cause. And queen, and girl in red, and so much music. Jerry, Turtle, Ryan, and Kai are.... vibing?? Katherine keeps messing around and doing mildly chaotic things with Jerry and Turtle. Akari has somehow ended up doing Isabella's hair and makeup to be sparkly and way over the top and Isabella does not know how to handle this. At all.  At one point, Jerry and Turtle were trusted to go buy some food for everyone, and they promptly realized it was a mistake, because all they brought back was candy and other junk food. One time there was a spider in the car and it was. CHAOS. Everyone was screaming and the car had to be pulled over. If Marie is there she is absolutely silently judging everyone's life choices with Prati and Akari and is also helping Kai and Ferne make sure these idiots don't land themselves in a hospital.  There have also been several, SEVERAL group therapy sessions and parts where everyone is sharing stories. Somehow, some way, the idiots from mordley sneak kinder eggs into the US, or they help the spoiled squad sneak them in. At some point they all went ghost hunting, and the whole time Ryan (and Sammy, if she was there) were talking with Akari (and everyone else bahhahaha) and talking about cryptids.  Wow that turned into....a long ramble.  Whoops. 

 

"stuffed animals are so underrated. They make every situation more bearable. I tried to banish my stuffed animal collection to the wardrobe to be more "grown up", realised that was stupid and reverted back to hugging my fluffy seal every time I need emotional support lmao." omg they are so underrated!! aha yes I'm glad you came to your seNsES after hdfskjahafj.  I have two stuffed dogs  (one for each house lmao) and a rainbow flippy octopus that I turn to when I need emotional support nfskjghsjk.  And if I may ask...

 

does your seal have a name? 

 

 

AAAAHHHH WAITRESS YES

 

 "your song choices are always on point! <3 (Also I'm listening to Pompeii as I type this for maximum v i b e s)" -aw thank you!! and y e s Pompeii is such a good song and got the maximum v i b e s we love that

 

"why am I taking life hacks from a fictional 13 year old girl with a very questionable emotional state?" HJKFSDHKJGJKHJGK that.... that is a fair question. Sometimes you get the best life hacks when your emotional state is questionable tbh.... 

 

"I want to give both of them a hug and a therapist." same. They  desperately need both of those things. 

 

"*sobs* she deserves so much better. Sometimes I forget that Isabella had already gone through a sheep ton of trauma even before Spoiled started    " heh y e a h *sweats at all the trauma I gave her when I was a  cringy, angsty 13 year old* 

 

 "I know it was a friendship necklace, but I want to imagine that she has a friendship bracelet too </3" she absolutely does :') I think Addy would really like making them for people and probably gave that one to Isabella and or has one that matches

 

 

" Another incredibly quotable line. But seriously, their entire convo is just iconic. Have I mentioned how much I adore those two? Your dialogue is masterful, my guy. It feels so real, so random and spontaneous, but meaningful at the same time."  - Thank you so much!! I'm glad you think it feels real hjkksks. I always worry that it sounds too cheesy or too over the top and I try to make it sound like something an actual person would say. (key word: try...) 

 

" THIS HAD BETTER NOT BE FORESHADOWING, DON'T YOU DARE TRY ANYTHING ISABELLA, YOU HEAR ME???" bahHFHDDFJSKHGKJHGKJHKKJS no spoilers of course but I think that would be a bit dark of me to put on a hamster forum, even for me... 

 

"I see that Turtle has inherited some of his grandma's a-hole genes smh." not that many!! hEs noT a ComPLeTeLY bAd pErSoN iM soRrY 

 

 "let's be real, most guys at that age are pieces of shiitake mushroom." y e p

 

"But this makes me sad  :valentine:" Aw thank you so much!! aha hiatus is a good word, ​even though I go on one between every chapter at this point JKDGFJKJK and that was actually like, really encouraging, so thank you, I appreciate it my dude. :')) 

 

I'd literally been typing this reply across two days (because I got tired and fell asleep xD). It was a hefty boi. And then my clumsy fingers managed to click refresh. And, imagine the next part in dramatic slo-mo.

 

Me: noooooooo

*highlights entire reply*

*presses ctrl + x*

*reply disappears just as the page reloads*

*pastes reply into word document*

*reply is safe and intact*

Me: yes mate      

 

person: how did you develop such fast copy and pasting reflexes?

me: hamster hideout forum.

 

anyway, I shall now paste what I rescued:

 

The morning I read this, I decided to do a youtube mindfulness meditation. [also, to add to your mental health note at the bottom, would recommend mindfulness meditation as a free and accessible way to destress and feel grounded when things are getting too much.] The guy in the video was like "think of something that made you happy today" and I immediately thought of this post xD Specifically the spoiled x HGBF roadtrip headcannons. Just wanted you to know.

 

 Ferne and Addy would 100% be the mother hens. Prati and Isabella would be chaos gremlins. Also, ik this hasn't really been brought up yet, but Ferne, Jerry and Prati are 100% down with musicals (you bet I have found a way to write them as theatre kids). 

 

 Jerry and Turtle were trusted -- as soon as I read the word "trusted" my brain went: oh no.

 

 There have also been several, SEVERAL group therapy sessions and parts where everyone is sharing stories.  -- oh man, this could be an entire novel. imagine them playing "who has it worse?"

 

 Isabella: bad parenting?

Tatum: *laughs in foster care*

Jerry: yes absolutely, i mean *looks over shoulder* tHey'rE gOoD pEoplE dEep DoWn

 

 Ferne: mental health issues?

Entire spoiled squad: Yes.

 

 Ryan: Siblings going missing?

Jerry: ...that did happen once ;--;

 

 Ferne: pets dying?

Isabella, Turtle, Ryan: *flashbacks to the rescue centre*...we assume they did?

 

 Turtle: evil grandparent?

Ferne: well,,, he wasn't evil, just had an affinity for arson.

Amadeus: you wha--

 

 Isabella: psychpathic paedophilic witch who stalks you across the country to yell abuse at you and your family, and physically assault you?

The IFM: .... o_O

Prati: okay you guys win.

 

 I have two stuffed dogs  (one for each house lmao) and a rainbow flippy octopus that I turn to when I need emotional support nfskjghsjk -- I love <33 what are their names?

 

does your seal have a name? 

 

 You won't believe how creative my seal's name is...

Spoiler

Sealy

 

 The other day I went to this witch town with my friends. We visited a souvenir shop, and inside was the cutest and fluffiest stuffed owl I'd ever seen.

 

 my brain: no.

my heart: yes.

my brain: look at the price.

my heart: you can't put a price on true love.

my brain: you're ** years old.

my heart: stop calling me out like that you piece of sheep.

 

me: brain is right :((((

my heart: nooooooo

 

 with incredible self restraint, I left the souvenir shop without buying the owl. For the rest of the day, I kept daydreaming about said owl, with his widdle beak and his soft soft fur.

 

 me @ my friends: so I can't stop thinking about that goddam owl.

my friends: GET THE OWL.

 

 I dragged everyone back to the souvenir shop and bought the owl.

(My friend also bought a stuffed bunny so my owl could have a friend <3)

 

 I named the owl Chubs. Am I absolutely smitten? Yes. Do I have any regrets? No.

 

 For once I have another chapter less then a month after the last one, look at me go -- yes my dude I'm so proud!!!

 

 Bi-guette -- oh mon Dieu,,, Marie, mon cherie, c'est tu???

 

Also, since when was Marie bi??? How did I miss this extremely important piece of information?

 

The resident theatre kid: -- why hello Katherine ;))

 

why do I lowkey want this entire story to be written as a text conversation between Marie and Katherine?

 

“Don’t feel good.” 

“You’ve been saying that for days.” She walked over to the bed and held her hand against my cheek. “You don’t have a fever.” 

“I’m a medical abnormality.”  -- what an icon I love her xD

 

She popped her gum and stared at me. -- oh i think that I've found myself an annoying **** please shut the **** up

 

“Why don’t you go before I have you escorted off the property? Trust me, they’re all used to dealing with crazies like you.” -- can I report her to the cops? Wait,,, she works for the cops. ahhhhhhhh.

 

I watched the movie IT recently. Every adult in there was evil. Reminded me of Spoiled haha.

 

“Isabella!” His voice sounded so loud I flinched.

He’s angry, I thought. Oh god, oh god, oh god…… -- noo my heart hurts for her

 

The entire anxiety attack near-fainting experience was so stressful omg. The way you wrote it was perfect. It felt seriously real. Like, heart-thumping, mind-racing-ly real. I could rave about the whole thing, but this part hit me hard:

 

“ ‘M gonna sit down.” I said, and felt for the bench. 

And then I wasn’t sitting on the bench. 

 

I want to give her a hug and an emotional support cuddly toy :(

 

For your information, sir, I haven’t cried in over a week, so I’m doing pretty good, actually.  -- not crying =/= emotional stability, Isabella.

 

“You look like you feel like garbage.”  -- ouch. but I'm such a big fan of how masterfully ryan toes the line between being concerned and insulting.

 

 “Hey, so…I’m not usually the kind of person to do this, but you look like you need it, so, want a hug before I go?” 

“You look like trash too, so sure.”  -- *helpless pterodactyl noises* words can't express how much I love these two.

 

 “Isabella’s still in there somewhere.” 

I would’ve laughed, if I could. No, I thought to myself. No, she’s not. -- *sad trina voice* Everything will be alright, everything will be alriiiiight....

 

And suddenly I wished I had hugged her more. -- "hello, is this unicorn tyre repair? I was wondering if you can repair other things? Like, I dunno, my heart?"

 

This chapter hurt me internally. But I really admire how you portray mental health struggles. It's not glorified or written in a way that belittles her character. It feels real and raw and authentic. And I just want isabella to feel herself again </3 (and rejoin the gc because the squad needs its hotheaded bad*ss cat lover back)

 

edit: removed some weird spaces. also, just realised this is the 200th reply. How exciting!! congrats on 200 replies cam     

Edited by midget7, 31 July 2021 - 11:55 PM.

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"Me: noooooooo

*highlights entire reply*

*presses ctrl + x*

*reply disappears just as the page reloads*

*pastes reply into word document*

*reply is safe and intact*

Me: yes mate       " oh my god why is this such a mood. I can relate. That's good that it was okay! I've spent sO much time yelling at my computer because the page reloaded while I was typing a hefty boi of a reply. 

 

"person: how did you develop such fast copy and pasting reflexes?

me: hamster hideout forum." STOP omg I feel called out that is such a mood- 

 

"The morning I read this, I decided to do a youtube mindfulness meditation. [also, to add to your mental health note at the bottom, would recommend mindfulness meditation as a free and accessible way to destress and feel grounded when things are getting too much.] The guy in the video was like "think of something that made you happy today" and I immediately thought of this post xD Specifically the spoiled x HGBF roadtrip headcannons. Just wanted you to know." This reply is like 3 months after the fact,  but !! that's awesome. I also did one of those things too, and it's really helped me! and aww fsjkhdgjksdghkj that's- omg gjkshkjd

 

" Ferne and Addy would 100% be the mother hens. Prati and Isabella would be chaos gremlins. Also, ik this hasn't really been brought up yet, but Ferne, Jerry and Prati are 100% down with musicals (you bet I have found a way to write them as theatre kids)." oh my gosh yeah!! they would be. Ferne and Addy bring the healthy snacks and the water and the sunscreen. AA yes the theatre kids!!! icons. btw Jerry would be obsessed with the lightning thief. just throwing that out there. 

 

 

 

" Isabella: bad parenting?

Tatum: *laughs in foster care*

Jerry: yes absolutely, i mean *looks over shoulder* tHey'rE gOoD pEoplE dEep DoWn" Jerry's parents wake up every morning and put on clown makeup. 

 

 Turtle: evil grandparent?

Ferne: well,,, he wasn't evil, just had an affinity for arson.

Amadeus: you wha--" IUSDYIGDSUYIIUYB IM WHEEZING- 

 

" Isabella: psychpathic paedophilic witch who stalks you across the country to yell abuse at you and your family, and physically assault you?

The IFM: .... o_O

Prati: okay you guys win." OK OK OK so I planned this trainwreck of a plot when I was like 13, and I can say that DeWyatt is NOT in any way uhhhh the second thing in that sentence 

 

" I love <33 what are their names?" my rainbow flippy octopus is named Clark, and one of my dogs is named Toto (yes after the dog from the wizard of oz, I was a strange kid) and the other one is Spot!

 

:0 awwwww Sealy is a cute name. It's a classic. I think I had a stuffed seal named Sealy too!

 

OMGOMGOMG Chubbs the owl!!!! Thats!!! Thats amazing. Does not matter how old you are. Stuffed animals are awesome. And aww thats so cute he has a friend. 

 

"Also, since when was Marie bi??? How did I miss this extremely important piece of information?" I didn't really put it in anywhere?? And?? to be honest I just kinda decided like. Yeah. That would be what Isabella put as Marie's contact. Maybe she told them, maybe she had a subtle bi pride keychain or something and Isabella was just like alright. cool. JKGHKGFHJ

 

 

"why do I lowkey want this entire story to be written as a text conversation between Marie and Katherine?" honestly yeah that would be great. it would probably just go something like: 

 

the resident theatre kid: LOL imagine choosing to volunteer at an animal shelter what a nerd 

bi-guette: oh no Addy's gonna come back soon right?? ?

bi-guette: right???? 

the resident theatre kid: dang this girl is collecting trauma like Pokemon 

bi-guette: kATHERINE-  

 

"The entire anxiety attack near-fainting experience was so stressful omg. The way you wrote it was perfect. It felt seriously real. Like, heart-thumping, mind-racing-ly real. I could rave about the whole thing, but this part hit me hard:

 

“ ‘M gonna sit down.” I said, and felt for the bench. 

And then I wasn’t sitting on the bench. "    a A I'm glad you feel like it was... realistic?? (I don't wanna say I'm glad it felt real because panic attacks are not fun  but like KJHFSHDKJGHSKJ) 

 

"I want to give her a hug and an emotional support cuddly toy :(" she will get one at some point, I swear 

 

"This chapter hurt me internally. But I really admire how you portray mental health struggles. It's not glorified or written in a way that belittles her character. It feels real and raw and authentic. And I just want isabella to feel herself again </3 (and rejoin the gc because the squad needs its hotheaded bad*ss cat lover back)"  aaa I'm glad that it wasn't glorified or anything like that!!! A lot of how she feels is things I can relate to, and also the last thing  I wanna do is portray mental health struggles the wrong way hajkhfjksd. 

 

also, just realised this is the 200th reply. How exciting!! congrats on 200 replies cam       " !! woah. that's insane. thank you for being here, I'm sure your replies are a good portion of that.  

 

 

 

 

 

and uhhhhhh once again I went on hiatus fhsjhkdsggjkshjgkhjkgjhk. I'm not really sure I have anything else to say so... have a good day?? 

 

 

chapter ??????????????? 

 

The resident theatre kid: y a l l 

The resident theatre kid: G U Y S 

The resident theatre kid:  G   U   Y     S 

 

The resident theatre kid: HEY LOOK A DODIE SONG 

Bi-guette: I heard Dodie??? 

The resident theatre kid: HA I knew that would summon you 

The resident theatre kid: can y'all call 

The resident theatre kid: it's an emergency 

Bi-guette: what's the emergency? 

The resident theatre kid: I'm bored

Bi-guette: that is not an emergency 

The resident theatre kid: >:((((( 

Bi-guette: F I N E

*Bi-guette has started a call.* 

The resident theatre kid: Isabellaaaa

The resident theatre kid: IsabellaAAAAAAAAAAA

The resident theatre kid: ISABELLLAAAAAAAAAAA

A drumstick: W H A T 

The resident theatre kid:  j o i n     u s 

I sighed and joined the call. 

"Hey! She's here!" Katherine shouted triumphantly. "We did it!" 

Marie laughed and shook her head. 

"Hello." 

Katherine was practically bouncing up and down, and running her fingers through her hair. "How are you?" 

"Good." 

She nodded and squirted some bright pink hair dye onto a gloved hand, then ran her fingers through her hair again. 

Marie took a sip from a mug, and looked at me. Well, she was really looking into the camera, but Katherine was looking away.  Her eyes narrowed a little bit. Not accusingly, but she looked like he understood something. Like she was staring straight into my soul. Again. 

"Anything new, Isabella?" 

I shook my head. 

"Done anything fun recently?"

"Not really, no." 

Katherine stopped for a minute and stared at the screen. "Gee, you look awful." 

"Wow, thanks." 

Marie's mouth dropped open. "Katherine!" 

"What? I have a point." She set down her bottle of hair dye and sat on the side of a bathtub. "When was the last time you slept?" 

"Last night, obviously." 

"Don't you 'obviously' me, missy, when was the last time you actually slept?" 

"Last night!" 

She sighed. 

"Well, you don't look like you're doing so hot either."

"You're just saying that because you don't want to talk about yourself." 

Ginger rubbed her head against my arm. 

I looked down to pet her and didn't say anything.

"Are you alright?" She asked after a minute.

"Yeah."

"You seem off." 

“Why does everybody keep saying that? I’m not ‘off’!” 

Marie looked back and forth from me to Katherine. 

"Really? You've been so quiet lately. Usually you talk more." 

"I was busy." 

"With what?" 

"With stuff, alright?" 

"What stuff?" 

"Just..." My mind went blank. "With stuff." 

"Are you okay?" She said quietly again. "I've never seen you like this before." 

“I’m fine.” 

“Isabella-”

“I said I’m fine! Chill out. Please.” This is too much. Too much. Please leave me alone.

Marie set down her mug.  “We’re here for you, you know that, right?” 

Katherine nodded. “I’m worried about you. You’re not usually like this.” 

Well, usually I have Addy with me.  

I was quiet for a minute. How is a person supposed to respond to that? 

“Do you want to tell us what happened?” Marie asked quietly. 

“No. I’m good. I’ll be better about responding to texts. I’m glad your show went well, Katherine.”

She made a face. “That’s not what I-” 

“My mom’s calling me. I gotta go.” 

“Isabella-” 

Beep. 

And I hung up. 

 

 

 

“You need to get out of this house,” my mom announced, suddenly standing in the middle of my room. 

“Is this your way of kicking me out?” 

She made a face. “I mean you need to go outside. You know, go out and do something.” 

I shrugged. 

She handed me a twenty dollar bill. “Here, why don’t you go get ice cream or something? Maybe you can ask one of your friends to come with you.” 

Anger burned inside of me. I was doused in gasoline and that sentence was a lit match. 

“One of my-“ 

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Did you forget again? I know how little you care about it, so I could see how it slips your mind a bit.” 

She looked at the floor. “Of course I care. What happened to Addy is terrible. I want her to be okay.” 

“No. You don’t get to say that. When did you even hear that she was missing? Yesterday?” 

“Isabella Marie, watch it.” 

“Oh, my middle name, I’m so scared.” I shoved the crumpled money into my pocket and got up. “Bye.” 

And I floated down the steps and out the door. 

There was nothing left of me as I stormed down the street. Nothing but fiery, consuming anger. And it was burning me alive. 

My mom didn’t come after me. She didn’t call me or text me ranting about how much trouble I was in. I gave her what she wanted, I guess. I was out of the house. 

I don’t know why I found myself in Addy’s neighborhood again. 

Maybe it’s just a habit. Her neighborhood isn’t necessarily close, but it’s not too far away either. I just eventually decided that if we wanted to hang out, I wouldn’t let my mom being at work or her mom being busy get in the way. It started as just walking all the way home from trips to get ice cream, then just saying I was on a walk and coincidentally ending up at Addy’s, then my mom just giving up and not caring anymore. It’s a small town, it’s fine.

It was hot. Really hot. And humid, too. Suffocatingly humid. If Katherine heard me say that, she’d tell me it was nothing compared to where she lived, which was fair. But my phone had the group chat muted. So she’ll have to settle for complaining about how hot her weather is to Marie, I guess. 

I was still angry by the time I had completely passed through Addy’s neighborhood. Which probably wasn’t helping the whole ‘unbearably humid’ thing. I ended up at a small ice cream place by the side of the road. I didn’t want ice cream, but there was a shady pavillion with a picnic table underneath, and what I did want was to sit. I practically fell onto the seat and put my head down. 

“Isabella?” 

I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting at that table for. 

“...Ryan?” Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming this. 

But he was standing there, right next to the table and staring at me like I had just grown a third head. “Um. Hey?” 

“Hey.” I sat up. “What are you doing here?” 

“My mom told me to come here. Apparently your mom texted her. Said she gave you money for ice cream or something.” 

I rolled my eyes and pulled the twenty out of my pocket. God, she won’t leave me alone, will she? “I don’t plan on using it. Want some?” 

He shrugged. “No, I’m good.” 

“Did you eat anything today?” 

“Not really. Did you?”

I hesitated. “No.” 

We stared at the crumpled up money on the table for a minute. 

My mind finally processed that Ryan looked like he had crawled up from the depths of the underworld itself. “If I go get something, will you? Food is important. Probably.” 

He sighed. “Fine.”

I’m about to say something controversial. 

Ice cream is fine. 

Usually it’s great, but today it’s fine. I ordered the smallest size there was, and we sat down on top of the same picnic table. 

It was awkward. Quiet. What do you say in this situation? How did I even have the right to wonder? How did I have the right to have Addy’s brother, an actual relative of her’s, come and find me of all people spaced out in a random, middle of nowhere ice cream joint? He was probably doing worse than I could ever imagine. And his parents. I’ve just been dramatic this whole time. He has it worse, so why can’t I handle any of this? 

“She likes it here, you know.” He said, stirring his ice cream with a spoon in its cup. Yes, he got it in a dish. Freak. 

It was what we were both thinking. “I know.” My eyes fixated on a piece of gravel. “This summer we said we’d go broke, coming here all the time. And that we would buy every flavor at least once.” 

Ryan made a face. “Even pistachio?” 

“Hey, I respect pistachio. It tastes like anger.” 

“No, pistachio tastes like a mid-life crisis.” 

“How would you know what a mid-life crisis tastes like? You’re thirteen.” 

He shrugged.”There's no way to guarantee what  really is the middle of my life, so maybe I’m just having an ongoing crisis.” 

“Wow. That’s so morbid and edgy, bro.” 

“What if I say it tastes like existential dread?” 

 “How very emo of you.” I took a deep breath and dropped my voice down low. “Look at me, I’m Ryan, nothing in life matters and I was too busy listening to My Chemical Romance and being angsty to ever appreciate pistachio ice cream.” 

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling a little bit. “Shut up.” 

The sun was just starting to set. Maybe by some sort of miracle it would actually cool off a little bit now. Or not. It was pretty, I’ll admit it. The sunset lit up the clouds and the field behind the building was still alive with bees and butterflies going from one wildflower to the next. It would’ve been nice. If I closed my eyes and imagined hard enough, I could picture Addy sitting next to me, pointing out all the butterflies and naming them. 

We sat in silence for a while. We sat in so much silence, in fact, that soon we were the only pens left at the place. That is, until a run down pick up truck sputtered into the parking lot. It pulled into a spot as far away as possible from the actual building and stayed there. The driver rolled down a window and didn’t get out. Their voice carried across the lot and over to our picnic table. 

“What do you mean? You’re joking. You have to be joking.” 

I snapped my head up and locked eyes with Ryan. No way. 

The voice spoke again. “Are you serious? My god, you’re incompetent.” 

I put down my ice cream and rushed onto the parking lot, ducking behind a trash can after realizing I had stupidly walked out into the open. 

Angry words continued coming from the truck. And sitting in the driver’s seat was Mrs. DeWyatt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

why do I lowkey want this entire story to be written as a text conversation between Marie and Katherine?

[midget7]

If HH could give me an option to permanently follow this topic instead of automatically unfollowing me that would be great please and fanku.

 

Ferne and Addy bring the healthy snacks and the water and the sunscreen. AA yes the theatre kids!!! icons. btw Jerry would be obsessed with the lightning thief. just throwing that out there. -- absolutely!!! I feel like a lyric from TLT that particularly resonates is: Yeah the Gods are real, and they have kids, and those kids have ISSUESSSSS, ISSUESSSSSSSSS.

 

Jerry's parents wake up every morning and put on clown makeup. -- this is horrific but also entirely plausible.

 

my rainbow flippy octopus is named Clark, and one of my dogs is named Toto (yes after the dog from the wizard of oz, I was a strange kid) and the other one is Spot! -- all fantastic names, I am such a fan of the fact that you have a gay flippy octopus.

 

the resident theatre kid: dang this girl is collecting trauma like Pokemon 

bi-guette: kATHERINE-  -- asdvajbce why is this so accurate, we need an entire Spoiled spinoff narrated by Katherine and Marie via chaotic text messages.

 

 I'm sure your replies are a good portion of that.  -- lmao I feel called out, soz guys for spamming this entire thread with my garbage.

 

Bi-guette: I heard Dodie??? 

The resident theatre kid: HA I knew that would summon you -- Marie listening to Dodie is SO on brand. Her aesthetic is fairy lights and berets - not because she's french, but because she's just a beret person, u feel me?

 

The resident theatre kid: can y'all call 

The resident theatre kid: it's an emergency -- this bit actually made me cackle bc of how accurate it is. Messaging that you wanna call someone before you call them is SUCH a gen z thing. Like, I can't stand when boomers just call me with no warning. Me with my phone anxiety is like: bro give me at least 10 minutes warning so I can psych myself up to answer you otherwise you will just be ghosted.

 

A drumstick: W H A T  -- a DRUMSTICK holy she-- that's exquiSITE <3 this writing deserves an oscar.

 

Katherine was practically bouncing up and down, and running her fingers through her hair. "How are you?" 

"Good." -- Good is just shorthand for "I'm currently drowning in a mental health crisis so every single day sucks, but today doesn't suck significantly more than the previous 30 days so if we are speaking in relative terms here, I guess that means I'm good?"

 

She nodded and squirted some bright pink hair dye onto a gloved hand, then ran her fingers through her hair again. -- Katherine with pink hair is going to be unstoppable. the world is not ready for this.

 

"Done anything fun recently?"

"Not really, no." -- same, my guy.

 

Ginger rubbed her head against my arm.  -- the most underrated character in this story, folks.

 

Marie set down her mug.  “We’re here for you, you know that, right?” 

Katherine nodded. “I’m worried about you. You’re not usually like this.” -- Isabella, right here is your moral support team, please let them help you.

 

But also, can we appreciate how gentle Marie is with offering her support, while not pressuring Isabella into opening up? She's a real G <3

 

“You need to get out of this house,” my mom announced, suddenly standing in the middle of my room. 

“Is this your way of kicking me out?” 

She made a face. “I mean you need to go outside. You know, go out and do something.”  -- ahh your writing is next level relatable. Me: a Sad^TM couch potato. My parents: go get some vitamin D you pasty victorian ghost.

 

Anger burned inside of me. I was doused in gasoline and that sentence was a lit match.  -- this metaphor tho *chef's kiss*

 

“Isabella Marie, watch it.” -- Isabella and Marie share a name... is this fate???

 

My mind finally processed that Ryan looked like he had crawled up from the depths of the underworld itself. -- hey ryan, while u were down there, did you meet a Titan called Bob?

 

“If I go get something, will you? Food is important. Probably.” 

He sighed. “Fine.” -- these besties really are showing solidarity in having zero appetite because of non-existent mental wellbeing, but forcing themselves to survive anyway, and this is what makes me believe in true love.

 

I’m about to say something controversial. 

Ice cream is fine. 

Usually it’s great, but today it’s fine. -- you know something is wrong when you are neutral about ice cream.

 

I’ve just been dramatic this whole time. He has it worse, so why can’t I handle any of this? -- This hit real hard because I have had these exact same thoughts. But Isabella, your depressed brain is just trolling you. Don't listen to any of it. It's all fermented sheep dung. You are not being dramatic, you're reacting to  trauma  and you are handling it because you're surviving. (Basically I wanna give Isabella a hug.)

 

“She likes it here, you know.” He said -- the use of present tense in "likes" caught me. He still believes she's out there <3 my heart...

 

Yes, he got it in a dish. Freak. -- hey lay off my son, Isabella. His method of ice cream consumption is valid.

 

Ryan made a face. “Even pistachio?” 

“Hey, I respect pistachio. It tastes like anger.” 

“No, pistachio tastes like a mid-life crisis.” 

“How would you know what a mid-life crisis tastes like? You’re thirteen.” 

He shrugged.”There's no way to guarantee what  really is the middle of my life, so maybe I’m just having an ongoing crisis.” 

“Wow. That’s so morbid and edgy, bro.” 

“What if I say it tastes like existential dread?” 

 “How very emo of you.” -- this single interaction is the definition of their entire relationship.

 

The sun was just starting to set. Maybe by some sort of miracle it would actually cool off a little bit now. Or not. It was pretty, I’ll admit it. The sunset lit up the clouds and the field behind the building was still alive with bees and butterflies going from one wildflower to the next. It would’ve been nice. If I closed my eyes and imagined hard enough, I could picture Addy sitting next to me, pointing out all the butterflies and naming them. -- Honestly, you cannot convince me that there is anything heterosexual about this daydream.

 

So I have a headcannon that Isabella and Addy had repressed gay feelings for each other but didn't realise it until they were forced apart, and will have a beautiful best friends to lovers arc after they're reunited again. And meanwhile, Isabella and Ryan have a platonic soulmate sibling-type I-hate-you-but-I-would-also-die-for-you bond.

 

sitting in the driver’s seat was Mrs. DeWyatt. -- Hooo boy <sheep> is about to get real.

 

My favourite thing about your writing is how real all the dialogue and interactions feel. The text convos are immaculate. Keep the Katherine and Marie narration coming, I am living for it. Hope you're doing well, my friend.

[Paws to the Sky]

Hi I'm new on here and I just want to say that I've read all the chapters of this story so far and I think it's absolutely amazing. I'd love to see more chapters when you've got time. I've started my own story "My Name Is...." in the Hamster Tales section if you want to check it out.... Thanks :]

[Lil Mushroom]

I also just read this and love it

[♥️ ♥]

I just read all 14 pages lol! soooo good!!   

[♥️fluffy♥️]

Wow…

 

I just finished this whole story in one day and…

 

This is the best story I have ever read in my life….

 

You are so talented, I can’t even describe how I feel about this story….

 

Please write more soon!

 

-fluffy

[midget7]

Unfortunately Cameron hasn’t been able to log onto HH recently so I’m posting this on her behalf...

~ ~ ~

Hi everyone! I am currently speaking through the medium of midget7 (lol) as a proof to myself and whoever may happen to stumble upon this thread in a last lookover of HH that I in fact, did not completely abandon this story or forget about it/ HH. I spent a long time stuck on writing, trying to make the ending absolutely perfect. I thought, I’ve worked for so long, doesn’t it have to be right? So I avoided it. But as I have come to find out, HH is closing, so I’m going to copy midget7 (lol sorry bro) and at the end of this... thing I’ll leave a summary with some explanation on things I had to skip. While I’m disappointed I wasn’t able to post one more time on my own account, this is the next best thing, and also even if nobody who remembers this story sees this post, I will know that it wasn’t a neverending story situation, these little brain baby folks got their peace. This is me metaphorically sending them off.

I do want to give an absolutely MASSIVE thank you to every single person who’s ever read and or replied to this thread. It meant the world to me back then, and it still does. And to the amazing incredible Midget7. I wish you all incredible things in the future and for those of you who I’ve seen lurking in the writer’s corner, posting awesome things, may you always find the joy in writing that you did when you wrote what you did.

I practically grew up on this forum as a tween/teen. I think a lot of us did. I realize now that I took it for granted. Whoops. But either way, I’m so glad that I got to be here and experience this.

Brief summary/ending thing

Spoiler

Where I last left off, Isabella and Ryan were at an ice cream place. Isabella discovered DeWyatt and found her car. After arguing over it some, DeWyat returned to her car and Isabella jumped into the back of her pickup truck. Her and Ryan hid there and gave turtle instructions on how to find them. They hid under a tarp and other things in the truck and rode into the woods.

The truck stopped near a lake with an island far away in the center. When DeWyatt had left and was out of earshot, Ryan and Isabella spotted both Turtle and DeWyatt taking a small motorboat out to a building on the island. The three found a sketchy rowboat and tried to sneakily ride up to the island. They did, and followed the sounds of voices up to a large building.

Inside they found Addy on a chair in a large room. She looked messed up. She urged them to leave because obviously this was the dumbest thing to possibly do. When they were about to leave with her, they were confronted by DeWyatt and Turtle’s grandma (remember her?)

They’d been hoping for ransom money, but it’d never come. They had wanted government money from the animal shelter. They had tried making calls and stuff for more money, but none of it went right, so they waited and set a trap for these 3 idiots. They created a distraction, escaped, and swam out of the lake. Addy led the way out and led them to a hospital. The last chapter takes place at the end of the school year after the villains TM have been taken care of legally.

“Want some fried oreos?” Ryan asked.

Turtle agreed. “God, yes. I’m starving.”

“Alright. You guys want anything?”

I ran my hands over the chain of the swing. “Yeah, We’ll stay here and watch the stuff. Get me a funnel cake?” I looked at Addy. “You?”
She nodded. “Fried dough. With enough powdered sugar to completely make a mess.” Turtle’s eyes lit up like a kid who’d been given an unlimited shopping spree in candy store. “Do not test me. You will fear the monstrosity I will create for you.”

“Well, now my standards are high. Don’t disappoint me.”

Ryan sighed. “Why do you encourage him? Alright, come looking for us if we’re not back in an hour.”

The two of them left and Addy and I were left alone on the swings. This was a miraculously quiet part of the fairgrounds. All the young kids were being dragged out by their parents out of the main gate, and the play set on the edge of the grounds was left deserted, except for us. We’d walked around and found this spot, on a small hill overlooking town. The sun was setting, and Addy’s face reflected the golden light. A few marks on her face had faded into scars, but it was the same for the rest of us, and we all had an unspoken agreement to not bring it up.

Addy moved her swing close and leaned her head against my shoulder. I moved my head to rest on hers.

“The sky is pretty,” she said softly.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“It looks like a painting.”

It did. Puffy clouds reflected golden sunlight with some of the most vibrant orange, pink and purple I’d ever seen.

“It kinda looks like that sunrise. On the morning that we- you know.” She laughed a little. “Sorry. I- I shouldn’t. Bring it up.”

“No, don’t say sorry. You’re right. It does.”

She was quiet for a minute. “What happens now?” She said finally.

“What do you mean?”

“Y’know. It’s... it’s over.”

I tried not to sound concerned. “What’s over?”

“That whole mess...we’ll, they’re in jail and we’re in therapy- “

I couldn’t help but laugh at that a little bit.

“I know, right? But it’s like- this- this whole part of our lives is just....over.” She fidgeted with the golden bracelet around her wrist. Her mom let her wear it for the Eighth grade moving up ceremony. It did look very grown-up. And Addy hadn’t taken it off, even after we’d all taken pictures and gone out for ice cream, then changed and come to the fair nearly six hours later.

“For so long, these things have just... I got used to it I guess. The court dates. The news articles. And god, I don’t even know what I’m going to do in another school building, and that’s a “normal” thing to worry about. The high school has different lockers and two floors and different everything. Even though they’re connected, I’m never gonna walk through those hallways again while I’m a student of that school. So, so many things that I took for granted, and they’re just gone. It’ll never be the same.”

I hadn’t thought about it like that. “We’ll never be the same.” I said. “But... come on. Will anyone?”

“I guess not.” She sighed. “I hope you don’t change too drastically, though. Y’know, the whole “I love you” business.”

“I won’t. And I love you too.”

“I’ll miss it, I think.” She said finally. “I mean, it sucked sometimes. Everyone says middle school does. And obviously we had, like, the worst summer ever last year. But some of the teachers were nice. The trip to Boston was fun.”

“Yeah.” The sun was setting more quickly now. “I’m glad it all lined up,” I said after a while. “What do you mean?”

“I’m glad that your parents and mine moved into the same town in the same year and had kids the same year, too. I’m glad we both ended up at the same school. I’m glad we met each other. Every morning for years I’ve woken up and known that your number was saved in my phone and felt better about it. I’m glad we got to do so many things. I’m happy that every single tiny decision I’ve ever made, in some way, led me right here. Sitting with you while two idiots go buy food for us, and watching the most incredible sunset I’ve ever seen.”

Addy was quiet for a minute. “Me too.”

“It’ll be okay,” I said quietly. “We’ll be okay. Everything is just...everything will line up.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I like that.”

Ryan and Turtle returned, miraculously, in under an hour.

“We bought you guys strawberry lemonade because it’s hot out. And also because John wanted some.” Ryan handed Addy and I some of the biggest, coldest cups I’ve ever held.

“Your generosity is overwhelming,” I said. “Thanks.”

Addy looked around and held her cup high. “To that soul-sucking case finally being closed!”

The rest of us looked at each other for a second. Then we repeated after her, holding our icy strawberry lemonade up to the sky. The color kind of matched the sky.

“To that soul-sucking case finally being closed!” We nearly shouted.

“To the good memories of all the years that came before this.” Her voice was calmer now.

“To the good memories.”

“To right now.”

We took a second to look around, to drink in this beautiful, golden moment. “To right now.”

She smiled slightly. “And to whatever comes next.”

“To whatever comes next!”

We all toasted our comically large cups. “Clink, clink, clink, clink,” Turtle joked, trying to cover up the obvious sound of cheap plastic.
It was the best strawberry lemonade I’ve ever tasted. We sat there on the play set, watching the sun go down and the stars emerge. We talked about everything and laughed over nothing. Our voices were loud and clear, and they echoed up, up, and up forever, and joined the stars.

The End

Goodbye HH. Thanks for the memories. Here’s to it all lining up

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Hey it’s midget again and I wanna say that getting to read and interact with this story, witness your growth as a writer (and person), fall in love with the characters, and most importantly meet one of my most special online friends has been the biggest pleasure. I’m so thankful you wrote and shared this, and never gave up on this story despite all the writer’s block. Carry on being amazing Cameron <33 love you loads!

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if you listen carefully, you can listen to my heart shattering !!!! (affectionate)

god that was just. WOW. also it's finally settling in me how YOUNG these guys were <wadawada>..... 8th grade ...... trauma is so hard to deal with regardless of age but as such a young age i just. i wanna give these guys a big whole hug. group hug. this last chapter was amazing. ngl i wish i could write more but at the same time i am very paranoid that hh will like explode if i'm not looking at it for one nanosecond so i might have to keep this short for my own sake. it was just. it wrapped everything perfectly and i adore how you ended it. hh closing is already bittersweet but the fact that this story (and so many others) are coming to a close is just ajfkgsdfjgdfgadfgsdfg. probably not helping that i'm listening to taylor swift something about red (the album) just makes me more emotional than should be required. TO THE GOOD MEMORIES .. ... . BROOOOO. TO RIGHT NOW. AND WHATEVER COMES NEXT. IM CRYING ????? TYSM FOR THE STORY BROOO this has a special spot in my heart <3