I lean my head back trying to process what was going on.
"So my wedding was barbecued and I was shot by her father."
"Addie, she knew all this time! If she told us about it we could have prevented all this from happening."
"No. She had to protect everyone else. If I'm one casualty out of everyone she knows and love I'm good with that."
"I'm not!"
"Oak, you're not me. I know- well I thought I knew her better than anyone. That little voice in her head is like mine. It tries to help. It doesn't all the time but it tries to. Her father is psychotic and a disgusting pig. This is all going to be fine."
"She took Wicked away from you."
"No she didn't. That's her dream. I couldn't have taken it even if she told me. Plus I have my eyes on another roll."
"What is it? Ameliè?"
"Jenna. I have an itch to bake some pies."
Oak rolls his eyes and holds my hand. "Why are you so chill?"
"Because I know that it took everything in her to tell us this and I'm not going to block her out. I've done shit just as bad and she has been there for me so I'm going to be there for her."
Oak sighs and rubs my knuckles.
"Stop with that?"
"With what?"
"Using logic."
I giggle and shake my head.
"I'm not sorry."
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FanfictionAddie Blue was a blonde hair blue eyed girl from Australia. She had a dream, not Martin Luther King Jr kind of dream, but a dream, to be on Broadway. She loved musicals and grew up watching them. She was a theater geek so to say. She loved all music...
