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"Mine too." He patted his pocket where his powered down phone lay safely, not to be turned on until he was safe back at home. And even then, what exactly was considered safe now? At least at home he was alone, no conversations being had. He watched their phone land in the mulch before his eyes flicked back to them, "You're probably right." He tried not to think about it when trying to fall asleep at night. Musa shook his head, "Nah, haven't done much theory talk lately," Out of self-preservation, mostly; he knew he needed to stay informed, but things hadn't been so straightforward lately, "Tell me about it?" He asked, swinging creaking quietly as he shifted his feet. Despite everything, he felt as if he could trust Justice. Maybe it was the fact that it felt like she was more on the outside, like she was someone he could show more of himself to. He had, long ago, but they were both different now. Different and yet, so much of who they once were permeated the air the between them, the memory of their childhood sitting heavy upon Musa's shoulders. Justice, who knew his childhood secrets and played with him when no one else had, and Justice who sat next to him now, the one he hadn't had a real conversation with in over a decade — the same but different.
When Musa asked them to tell him about it, they felt a strange sense of relief. Making the discovery was dreadful. The realization at the time was a a bucket of human blood dumped over their head; a viscous warmth traveling slowly down their body, clotting and catching on hairs, making it impossible to truly get rid of. But the affirmation that Musa, universally beloved Musa, cared about what their thoughts were? Justice held back a smile and instead pressed their lips together, glancing at the ground for a beat. "So, the cabin," they started, lifting their gaze back to Musa's features to try and clock some sort of recognition before they continued: "I think something bad happened there. I think..." they sighed, their previous curiosity of how he could possibly be involved now becoming an issue of how delicately must I put this? "You know how Peyton Dazey, like... left or whatever?" The word left did a lot of lifting in the question, Justice's tone indicating they wouldn't be surprised if Peyton never even left that cabin. The blonde stopped swinging, letting their feet drag on the ground for a bit to slow them down. Telling Musa something as serious as a theory about why William was almost killed, Wren was jailed, and Amelia was dead seemed a bit incongruent with the activity at hand.
♡ even though there’s a sense that justice might not be serious about wildly successful , georgia absolutely would class it as one. not only was she a chronic optimist that celebrated the bare minimum — she was also one of the unlucky twelve to star in the wrensted horror flick without their knowledge. instead of losing the rose shades, standards of successful just got lower. no one dead or injured ? no secrets spilled ( by someone that wasn’t 1/2 of that secret ) ? the town didn’t find a new reason to publicly hate them ?
yeah, that was pretty good !
“ jordan told you ? ” admittedly, georgia didn’t know much about where william and justice stood post cliff incident. he had brushed right by it when he originally told her at the dance, didn’t seem openly hostile towards them since. still, that didn’t mean they were as close as they had been before. maybe william would have preferred jordan as the buffer of news delivery between them.
perhaps that was something to ask about, considering the update of seeing anthony would definitely be something she couldn’t keep to herself. strained relationship for strained relationship ? even the task of adding that to her mental checklist couldn’t stop the way the bright smile spread across her features as justice brought it up. “ i mean, i wouldn’t phrase it like that. ” yeah, maybe she had actually used the words ‘ ask me properly ’ during the exchange, but that was just pedantics about format. not that she believed justice meant anything bad either. of course, there would always be a difference in the way your girlfriend spoke about you compared to your almost sibling. maybe. used to be ?
“ we just spent a long time waiting for the right time, and he did a great job of picking it. we were by the bonfire. just really perfect. ” and then finding blythe immediately after lacked all the giggling and squealing that georgia thought she’d get to do over the ‘ new ’ relationship. instead, finding out about a different relationship. “ and then, as you know, nothing else happened. ” paired with a shrug of her shoulders. “ wildly successful party. ” justice’s earlier words echoed back.
Justice nodded when Georgia asked about Jordan, keenly aware that the curiosity in the woman's voice may have been about the fact William hadn't told them himself. He hadn't even really spoken to them at the party after he Fred Jones "let's split up, gang"'d them all - not that they expected him to - and they weren't going to keep pushing (oof - word choice) for his forgiveness. Instead, they'd sit with their discomfort and guilt; it was what they deserved. The blonde cocked her head when Georgia began explaining, giving a nod once in a while to indicate she was listening. She was almost certain he'd never asked Sarah out, maybe didn't even ask her to prom - but that knowledge had little to do with caring about his relationships and more to do with how much she'd dwelled on what went wrong with her and Sarah. Turns out, nothing new. Just Peyton and Amelia rubbing their grubby little hands together, the wreck of Justice's loneliness a sandbox for their shared enjoyment.
"I'm glad something good came from that night," Justice said, mirroring Georgia's smile - albeit less enthusiastically. She'd been stoned for most of it, but that rarely stopped her from remembering details. Only when there was a lot going on. Standing in Anthony's car door, the uncertainty they felt during the whole party as they'd glance over to Sarah, the anxiety radiating off of Nic - going home with Sarah wasn't even necessarily good, given she hadn't heard from her since.
in reply to justice's agreement to her request, sarah smiled softly. one night of pretending things were normal, of putting themselves into an alternate reality where amelia wasn't dead, they weren't being stalked by her murderer, where there was no alibi for justice to even be asked to provide. for the night, they would pretend that things were simple, and made sense. they were just two normal people, spending the night together.
"okay." sarah finally said, opening her car door and climbing out into her driveway. the house that stood before them was in fact sarah's childhood home, but when her mom died and her dad lost his job, and therefore the home, it had been bought and renovated into an apartment building. sarah had been offered the upstairs unit, where her childhood bedroom's walls had been torn down to become the living room. her current bedroom had once been her father's office.
sarah led the way up the stairwell, unlocking the door to her place. she wasn't always the type to lock her door, but she knew her friends wouldn't approve if she didn't.
as she pushed the door open, ward was sitting just inside, his tail wagging a clear indication that he was happy to see them. as sarah walked in, she took off her shoes and placed them neatly beneath the coat rack, while simultaneously petting the top of ward's head. "if you ever want to test your speed on skates, ward'll give you a run for your money." sarah went on a run most mornings, and ward loved to join her. she'd only tried to bring him while on skates a few times, during which it ended up being him dragging her more than them moving together. it was a work in progress.
"are you hungry? thirsty? i can get some clothes together for you too."
After they locked up their bike outside, Justice followed Sarah up the stairs; the exterior was familiar, but even their vague recollection of Sarah's house from their brief visit that week didn't match up to what they saw. It hadn't registered to them, at first, that this apartment building was her childhood home repurposed; not until they'd gotten up the stairs did it dawn on them that the whole place had been gutted. The sadness of the fact resonated. Sarah had lost her mother, and her childhood home, and her best friend... life had been constant mourning for her, hadn't it? The click of her door unlocking brought Justice back to attention, her eyes landing immediately on Ward. A genuine smile broke out on her face - "what a good dog," she murmured, sliding her shoes off before entering and getting on her knees to be at Ward's level. The blonde had considered getting a pet, but the freedom of not having to worry about getting home on time or taking care of a more-or-less fully dependent creature instead of following the night wherever it took them was too good to give up. What would a dog do, Justice reasoned, if she'd been out late with the derby team and didn't come home until the next morning? They'd be no good as a pet owner, not yet at least. Letting Ward sniff them, Justice looked up at Sarah as she offered a slew of things - food, water, clothes. "I'd look very silly in your clothes," they responded, their smile widening at the thought. Sarah's style was feminine, and it was no clearer than when Justice looked around the apartment. Purple curtains, a pink couch, multiple fluffy, patterned rugs - yeah, it matched perfectly with Sarah's lace cami and oversized cardigan with a flowy skirt vibe. Justice, however, was in loose jeans and a flannel over a sweater covered in a jacket. Sure, maybe the jeans were lightwash, but they knew they were dressed like a generic cartoon boy from the 2000s. Ward gave Justice a soft lick on their hands, and their attention returned to him. "You think so, too, buddy?" Cupping the dog's face in their hands and giving him lots of face and ear scratches, Justice began to relax. It wasn't technically their first time at her apartment, but it was the first time they were welcome. As a part of pretending things were fine, they ignored the echoes of the last time they were here, choosing instead to focus on the now. "I was just gonna sleep in my underwear," Justice finally replied, eyes flicking back up to Sarah, "which is what I normally do. But I could borrow some pajamas if you'd prefer?"
♡ “ it’s nothing , ” georgia reassured with a shrug of her shoulders. with everything that had been going on, she didn’t even know if her voice would have any sway beyond a ‘ that’s nice, dear ’ — but she didn’t bring that up.
obviously justice was already worried and overthinking the whole thing.
what she could admit, however, was the fact she didn’t have the question to the next thought that seemed to pop in. “ i don’t know if she’d even tell me if you had. ” though she didn’t see any reason for tag to continue beyond their little point made text. sure, they claimed they wanted to kill trust, but that sounded like more of an internal thing.
“ not in, like, a bad way, ” she insisted, realising how it could have been taken. “ we just don’t mention every single text we get. ” they were both way too social for that. “ but no news is good news, right ? that the saying. ”
Justice nods as Georgia keeps explaining, their self consciousness turning to self awareness in real time. "Sorry," they said, trying to blink away their selfishness (never worked, but always worth a shot). Their face heated as they started reflecting on how they jumped into this conversation; "I've been so wrapped up in my own shit. How's everything been since our wildly successful party? Jordan told me the exciting news," she added, "William finally put two and two together and asked you out?"
Tag was turning them into someone they didn't like. Someone who didn't give an alibi that could have saved Wren, someone who spent a few hours pretending everything was okay with a girl they have been on the brink of loving since they were sixteen only to leave quietly - just a note on the counter - out of fear of what remembering what they'd done the next morning would do, someone whose stomach churned just thinking about friends they were comfortable with only a few months ago. Guilt had become embedded in the very fabric of their relationships; it felt like there wasn't a single person they hadn't let down. It was never too late to try to be a better person, right? Maybe Tag needed to hear it more than them.

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"i'll come over after work and hang out with you while you get ready for your early morning shift at the bakery." jordan mused about a future that didn't even exist yet, trying to breath it gently into existence with her words. maybe it would never come to fruition. but, it could. she was, not subtly, trying to give her friend hope about what was to come. what could happen in the near future. things were rough for them right now, jordan knew. but that didn't mean they couldn't rebuild. brick by brick. and jordan would be there to help every step of the way.
then with a wry smile, her eyes practically sparkling (perhaps because of the warm midday sunshine reflecting within them, or perhaps just optimism phyically manifesting itself). she added. "as billy joel once said, vienna waits for you."
"everyone did seem a little off at the party, didn't they?" jordan commented, deflecting without even realizing she was doing so. "i figured it was just the 'we didn't actually throw this party, and ant didn't provide this food so it's probably all poisoned and randy porter has been happily guzzling beer and eating snacks all evening, is it technically our fault if he croaks when we were the real targets?' of it all but... it definitely felt heavier than that."
Jordan's word vomit over the party tracked easily - it was the kind of mindset they'd also had, even though they'd forgotten momentarily and had a s'more made by Paige. The Paige stuff had to be a coincidence, Justice had been reasoning to themself, or Tag has started getting her involved, too. Shuddering at the thought, they brought their attention back to her friend. "No, it's not at all our fault," Justice says with a shake of her head. "I don't know, dude. Plus the like... coordination of it all? I guess it just wanted to prove a point."
They needed to approach the conversation in a way that let Jordan know that they were a safe person. Give a little, get a little. "But I meant like, I don't know. I've been feeling really paranoid," they said evenly. "How have you been?"
sarah was driving, so her eyes were mostly focused on the road ahead of her. the path back to her apartment. but, she stole the occasional glance. a prolonged gaze or two under the glow of a stop light. she smiled, an unsure and gentle sort of gesture. "i want to be with you, too."
she wanted things to make sense again. desperately. she wanted some semblance of normalcy. it felt like she spent all of her time chasing that lately. celebrating the little victories. the happiness of her friends, their hope for the future. she tried to remember what 'normal' felt like, to keep it as close as she could. she supposed, if she isolated this moment, and set aside everything else... this might be what normal felt like. sitting in a car with someone you cared about, rekindling a long lost love, your favorite playlist playing quietly in the background, their hand on yours. that was what normal people did.
normal people were not puppets, their movements orchestrated by some anonymous murderer. ultimately, what had happened between justice and wren... that wouldn't have happened if wren was never imprisoned in the first place. the blame for that, she knew, landed on tag's shoulders. regardless of what justice did, or did not say to wren.
sarah pulled her car into the driveway of her apartment, putting it in park. before she got out, she took a moment to look at justice. whatever her discussion with wren would bring, they deserved one more chance to be normal, didn't they? they deserved the benefit of the doubt, even if it could mean she'd be even more distraught the day after. one more night... one more night chasing the high of normalcy. she deserved that. "can we pretend, just for tonight, that we're... normal? that nothing is wrong?" if you squinted, it was a little like them playing house when they were young, pretending to be people they weren't.
Though the silence in the car was charged with fear and concern, Justice felt like things were finally falling into place in the moments after Sarah saying she wanted to be with them, too. Relief had washed their tense body; caterpillars turn to goo before they become butterflies, the blonde reminded themself. They were in a fucked up cocoon together. (And that cocoon may be in the middle of a spiderweb, if they wanted to keep running with the bit.) They leaned their head back onto the headrest, eyes still on Sarah. Things had to fall in place just so to get the two of them back into each other's lives, but it caused a domino effect that lead them back to the cabin - a now tragic symbol that provided both clarity and confusion in the process of trying to figure out what was going on. No, this wasn't the ideal way to bring Sarah back into her life, but they weren't sure if they had time to dwell on that before The Bad Things rematerialized. They'd only realized Sarah wasn't driving anymore when she spoke again, it clicking into place that of course she wasn't driving anymore, they'd just been looking at each other for an extended period of time. Sarah's pitch for normalcy sounded perfect. The two seemed to work best when there was no one else in the world (they'd analyze that at another time, because if they started now - well, they wouldn't be pretending that nothing was wrong). Justice answered by bringing Sarah's hand to their lips before nodding. "Anything you want," they murmured.
"maybe there could even be a playful food fight, like a scene out of a movie or romance novel where you both end up covered in flour. maybe one of you offers the other some clean clothes to wear home... then you fall in love with the way she looks in your t-shirt." clearly, jordan needed to stop reading the aforementioned romance novels. but hey, she had vowed to avoid romance after the period of devastation that followed her relationship with liza, the least she could do was read about it!
vienna honey was, ironically, perusing the honey selection. "her last name is honey, and her family owns a bakery. she has to be the sweetest person alive or the universe makes no sense."
"i'd love to be your neighbor. it might be complicated with my dispatcher hours and your bakery hours... don't they start work super early? anyway, we'll figure out a good time to hang out. even if things do work out with sarah and you end up moving across town or something, we'll still figure it out."
The optimism that Jordan maintained throughout this was unbelievable; like, truly the definition of the word unbelievable. Many times they'd caught her downplaying her own issues or pushing them aside to focus on someone else's, and it made them sad to think that she didn't feel like she could allow a sad reality. What was it, Justice wondered, that made her this way? They knew what they'd endured to make them put up their walls, but Jordan's have been so well-crafted - glass, not shiny at all, clean enough to think it's not even there.
And she was doing it now, too, trying to cheer Justice up and bright-side their worries about Sarah with stories about the possibilities of Vienna or moving away with Sarah. "We always do," Justice hummed, looking over to her friend.
A pause in the conversation provided Justice with the opportunity to try to crack open Jordan's candy shell; "how have you been? Since the party, I mean. It still kinda feels like something was... wrong there."

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"I was mostly wondering if you wanted a push." Musa shrugged, hands slipping into his jacket pockets as he walked closer. Seeing Justice there, on a swing, brought back the memories of their middle school friendship, of Musa the New Kid finding his way with Justice more than happy to help. It felt so long ago. It was so long ago. But still, he could feel that same fear he did then, his fear of not being able to fit himself in where he needed to. Of course, he had, but nothing ever felt completely stable. Even now.
He walked over and plopped down into the swing to their right, "Y'know, it's pretty dangerous to be out here by yourself. There's a masked guy throwing parties and chasing people through cemeteries. Allegedly."
Musa sighed, shoe digging gently into the dirt below his swing. His legs were too long for it now, knees nearly to his chest fully seated. "Think they're watching us right now?" He asked, voice lifting in a teasing way, though he wasn't really joking, "Seems to have eyes and ears everywhere." Even in private conversations in the comfort of their own homes.
When Musa sat down, Justice couldn't help but to smile. As miserable as everything had been, getting back in touch with Musa was a bright spot in the dark. It felt like lifetimes between their blossoming friendship and his rise to athletic superstardom, where he ended up seeing more of her sister than he would her. But what was there to be mad about? If she'd had the opportunity, she'd have taken it. The desperation, however, emanated from her like a stench everyone else in Wrensted was allergic to. "Allegedly," Justice repeated back to him. "If you believe those weirdos from the class of 2019."
So much had happened since graduation, since the Peyton incident, and they wondered what Musa's involvement could possibly have been. He was too kind to have done anything like that, and he didn't seem to be under the same spell that Ant and Sarah had fallen for - the admiration of one Amelia Castro was hardly on his radar when he had Blythe. Maybe it was for Blythe, then, that he'd participated? Or Ant, as a comforting friend. Maybe he hadn't even been involved directly, had only done something like provide an alibi or hold onto someone's phone. Thinking of which, they picked theirs up off the ground and turned it off, making a show of it to Musa. "Well, can't listen now," they joked wryly, wishing that were the case. Their mind drifted back to the cabin, where they'd called out to Tag and assured it they weren't trying to escape the trap of a party they'd all "set up". Tossing the phone back into the cold wood chips and dirt, they leaned into the seat fully and started swinging, enjoying a minute of silence with an old friend. "We're probably safer out here than in our own places," she said sadly, glancing over. A disturbing thought: Anthony could have told Musa about Wren. Musa would certainly understand, Justice thought, that she was trying to keep everyone else out of jail, too. And on the topic of Anthony telling people things - "Have you, um... Has anyone told you my little theory yet?"
"she’ll reach out, don’t worry."
when anthony said these words, he really did mean it. despite all of his qualms about justice, he wanted sarah to be happy and if justice was a part of that… then he’d just have to get over it. though, he was realizing now he had a bad habit of not being entirely favorable with the significant others of his friends. first georgia, and now sarah. maybe… was he the problem?
the thought is quickly shoved away at the mention of wren. after everything this morning, anthony feels obligated to share the frustration in regard to the podcast. but the way justice sounded now, he had to stop himself from stepping towards them and reaching out a hand of comfort.
"okay," he says dumbly, turning back towards the row of baking chips, "don’t, um— you aren’t making things more difficult, justice." he’s not entirely sure what compels him to say what he does next: "just give wren time, okay? it’s too fresh right now."
Anthony had more hope for Justice than they had for themself right now. Anthony de Silva, of all people, was offering them comfort. If only Amelia could see him now, they caught themself thinking. After he spoke, the familiar heat behind their eyes returned; looking away, Justice murmured a "thanks" and turned to leave. The slow, cool walk away turned into a hurried putting away of the 3 things they'd already grabbed. The blonde was dabbing at tears with her hoodie sleeve, trying to wait just five more minutes until she was outside. She didn't want his forgiveness or kindnesses, she wanted the people she cared about to come forward. It was a bitter irony that the people Justice would normally lament to about her current fuck-ups were the exact people who weren't talking to her. It felt, once again, like it did when only Amara checked in after the incident at the graveyard. Embarrassing that the only person who was saying anything remotely thoughtful was someone who barely knew them, someone who, if they weren't in this exact Tag predicament, wouldn't talk to Justice. Thoughts of who she could really say loved her began to curdle; there wasn't a single person they could think of that they'd gone out of their way to help before that would come to their defense or offer solace right now. And they deserved it.
♡ georgia laughed at justice’s observation of applications being online . not with any kind of malice, but as if an attempt to smooth an edge. “ everything is online now, not just job applications. ” the fact tag hadn’t just wiped clean their entire online banking ? maybe there were things to be grateful for. “ what are you telling them ? social media strike, back in my day, ” paired with a bad impression of a typical cartoon old person.
fight one battle, look a little strange for the next one. georgia, of all people, wouldn’t judge strange. “ you know, i think you’d be fine, ” she admitted. “ gotta give to take away. ” which sounded oddly pessimistic for her, but she was hoping that they’d just focus on the typical fact she believed they would give in the first place.
plus, justice seemed pretty focused on their own thing.
“ i talk to vienna mostly. ” which was probably why justice was asking in the first place. “ but yeah, for sure. grandma honey loves me. ” at the very least, was entertained by her.
"These dang kids and their technology," Justice imitated back. If she knew, she'd have brought it up by now, right? She'd treat Justice differently, probably, and they were certain she'd be defending her friend instead of making jokes with them. As his friend, was Georgia supposed to know? Was Justice supposed to tell her, get ahead of it? Or was that taking it too far? "Gotta give to take away," Georgia said. Okay, Justice reasoned, if she knew she wouldn't be saying that - Justice hadn't given and she was getting things taken away regardless. But that was the game Tag was playing; fuck someone over one way, or fuck someone else over (or the same person, for all they could assume) another.
"Appreciate that, G," Justice said, a sad smile tugging at the side of her lips while she reached out to squeeze Georgia's hand. "Really." Another thought came to them, and they quickly blurted out: "Vienna hasn't said she's gotten more texts from," air quotes, "me, right?" They hadn't really been using their phone for much more than navigation recently, and even then it was a force of habit - they knew how to get anywhere in Wrensted by heart. Storefronts may change, houses may go up, rec centers may be updated, but the streets Justice had been riding on since their childhood were always going the same way.
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liza had spent the better part of her morning behind the counter at soft spin. she's been slowly handing her clients off to other photographers, keeping some portrait sessions here and there, but doing her best to get out of the bigger events— primarily weddings. after her conversation with anthony she thinks it might be the best thing for her right now, at least until she could get her head back on straight. if she ever did. maybe she'd become a nature photographer or something. or switch career fields completely, take over the family business like she suspected her father had always secretly wanted.
she'd managed to accumulate more clothes than she could reasonably wash in her and william's shared in-unit laundry, so she'd taken a few baskets of her own along with her. it was a slow day and she got the family discount (aka free), so why not. she had spent enough time dragging both baskets in that she was still relatively close to the buttons, so clicking the 'open door' one was easy enough. she hadn't recognized the voice who asked her to hold it, but seeing justice wasn't an unwelcome surprise.
"it was no problem," she assures, stepping closer to her laundry baskets to make room space for justice. there's a pause at their question, was she doing alright?
"yeah, i'm fine," she shrugs, "i mean... my brain is allegedly fully developed now, so that's gotta count for something right?"
The view of Liza was comical. With two big (were those wheeled?) laundry baskets beside her, the brunette looked like she was preparing to costume a local theater production. Despite not knowing much about Liza's life, she did know that her dad and uncle ran Soft Spin; when she'd pass them by it was like a movie - the little wave, smile, and then a cartoonish waft of citrus-sweet detergent that followed if they'd been standing close enough. Liza's friendliness had given Justice hope; even though there were so many people Justice knew that averted their gaze when they walked by like Sarah, it was comforting that Liza would acknowledge her even when she wasn't tagging along with anyone. The little comforts, the warmth that she'd showed to Justice - even as a stranger - was something they'd always wanted to thank her for, but never really found an appropriate time. Instead, they'd thank her by saying if she needed anything, they're right upstairs. They'd thank her by letting her talk - it seemed like the people closest to Amelia needed someone who would listen - even if it was something that they wouldn't normally entertain. "Ugh," Justice said, tipping their head back. "Are any of us ever fully developed, though?"
It was a philosophical question as much as it was a lightly stoned exasperation.

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the way justice reacted to the question gave anthony a bit of a pause, his hands stilling their motion immediately. had he read this entire situation wrong? maybe everything that had happened in the past week was too much for sarah or justice or both of them, and they had called things off? he wouldn't be surprised. this kind of thing could make or break people, he assumed.
but then justice gave their response. and anthony had to stop himself from reaching out in comfort, a habit he was so fucking used to but knew that this wasn't something everyone was receptive to. instead, he clinched his hands along the handle of the shopping cart again, as if to keep them from being comforting towards justice, of all people.
"maybe she's busy," he attempts, knowing its futile. ant doesn't recall sarah saying she had things to do today other than the conversation they had with wren, but he figured some hope was better than none at all.
"have you tried reaching out to her?"
Yeah, maybe she was busy. Justice gave a small, thankful smile to Anthony - he didn't have to comfort them. "Ball's in her court right now," they said, trying to speak his language. "I left her a note this morning." Thank you, have a good day ♡ J They'd woken up fairly early; even though Sarah had said that she didn't mind if Justice stayed with Ward, they weren't sure exactly how her visit with Wren would go. And if she texted them after, on her way home, that Justice needed to leave - well how would they know, based on the text they woke up to from their stalker, it was actually from Sarah?
"I didn't want her to think I was trying to influence her visit with Wren at all," they confessed. "I don't..." They sighed, feeling the shake return to their breath. "I don't want you guys to think - I don't think Wren is a liar. I don't- I don't think that at all -" they bite the inside of their lips to keep their mouth shut for a moment to think before speaking. Something they'd forgotten to do a lot of, recently. "I don't want to make things more difficult." A fresh layer of tears sprung to their eyes, and they shut them tightly to try to get rid of them. "I should just, um, go..." Justice said, averting their gaze back to their bag.
♡ confirmation from both nic and william finding spyware in their living spaces should have worried her . well, it did in the hindsight of how much time she had spent at the apartment for both william and eliza. but that cancelled out the need to bug georgia’s house, if you asked her. plus, there was a common thread between nic and william that georgia lacked. they were basically leading the investigation ! bugging them was a sure fire way to know how many steps behind the group was. how fast they were catching up. if they ever pulled ahead. she was a supportive girlfriend, but she wasn’t making any ground breaking discoveries at her own place.
all tag would gain from bugging the mei household, was a lot of talk about how her dad was doing, their routines around it, the little white lies georgia gave as to not worry him. the implication of tag wanting to know about that was too much for georgia to consider.
so this had to be about the investigation. another step further into optimism, they probably found them all.
picking up a to go order of pie had been a request from her dad, but no doubt a few slices would be offered to the girl ( and william’s ) house for celebration. she had already been half paying attention, waiting for her name to be called, so it wasn’t surprising that her head whipped up at justice’s greeting. “ hey, ” she returned.
the way the question of how she was had been shrugged off was probably nothing more than an allusion to tag, it caused a pang of insecurity in georgia’s chest. like she hadn’t been doing enough to hide things. “ i’m great, actually. ” the answer to a question justice explicitly said they weren’t asking. “ you know, all things considered, things are really great at the moment. ” for the most part, it wasn’t really a lie. they hadn’t had a gory end to eliza’s birthday, she had made things official with william, wren was out and wanted to see her.
if you ignored the glaringly obvious downsides, it actually wasn’t that bad !
“ are you — how are you doing ? ”
Despite everything, Georgia seemed in good spirits. And, Justice realized, why wouldn't she be? No idea why the cabin was so important, a boyfriend (finally, as Jordan had informed them), Wren was out - the only thing to worry about was that stupid fucking text that everyone probably got the night after the party. But there'd been radio silence since, so what was there to worry about! The blonde watched Georgia's face as she spoke, trying to figure out if there was something coming next from her - something that they'd need to brace themself for. She's friends with Ant, she was the person Tag used to lure Nic... The possibilities were endless (they were not). "Are you-" sorry you blackmailed Wren? "how are you doing?" Oh. Justice shrugged and shook her head, ponytail lightly swishing behind them. "A little frazzled - starting the job hunt has me nervous given the whole..." everything. Freddie had officially called to fire Justice not too long after the visit to Wren, just as promised by Tag. So all the work on their resume they'd been doing was finally going to be put to work, and Warm Crust was their first drop-off. "Do you know how many places only take online applications? I thought it'd be better to just do in-person applications so Tag would have a harder time to prevent me from getting hired."
Remembering Georgia was friends with Vienna, they added: "Think you can put in a good word for me with Grandma Honey?"