"Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours..."
fem! oc x JJ Maybank
fem! oc x male! oc
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Evelynn had been brewing in the information of her grandmother's sickness since she was told the news by her parents.
She had yet to tell Luca about it, but she was practically itching at the feeling of her boyfriend's and best friend's eyes piercing into her skin every other minute.
The Connor teen hadn't bothered to do her makeup or dress as flashy as she usually did. If one would assume it would be because all the drama about the gold and john b's arrest had gotten to her, they would be wrong.
Evelynn had spent the entire night crying her eyes out until she fell asleep. And when she got the message this morning to come to the Chateau, she didn't even bother to look presentable.
Her grandmother was dying, why would she feel the need to dress up for that?
She sat comfortably on Luca's lap, her boyfriend's hands rubbing up and down her arms as she hid her face in his neck.
Luca immediately picked up on the difference in Evelynn's mood when he saw her for the first time that day. He also knew that the girl wouldn't want him questioning her in front of anyone, let alone the pogues.
While Evelynn had grown to like each individual member of the pogues, she had yet to express such an emotion as sadness around them.
Something told her they wouldn't judge, especially considering why she was upset, but her pride wouldn't let her cry around anyone but Luca and Kirsten.
She might've let a tear or two slip, but she could easily make it seem like something flew in her eye.
Evelynn thought she could pull off pretending to be okay for the next few hours. She figured she was a good enough actress, and if she wasn't, the pogues could be fooled.
Right?
"What's wrong with Rose?" JJ muttered, his voice only catching the attention of Kirsten.
The girl tore her eyes away from the stare she held on Kiara, having been watching her sister fiddle with a string on her shirt for the last five minutes.
Kirsten blinked, glancing at her friend for a second before looking towards her boyfriend, "I'm not sure. She didn't say much this morning. Not unless you count the grumbling about the mosquitoes."
