love me.

“Can we not talk about this?”

“So we’re just going to dismiss that you hurt me?” Maggie let out a small scoff of laughter. “Okay.”

“I don’t know. There’s probably a spell for that, right? Like, what’s that one, Bombarda or something?” Josie rolled her eyes at the mention of Dallas. “Can we not talk about her? Obviously yeah, she’s annoying, like always.”

“What is your thing with her anyway?” Maggie questioned. 

Cameron sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for this. “I wasn’t crapping on any one’s dreams. You asked me a question, and I gave an honest answer based on my own personal experience. Not my fault you took it so personally.”

“Yeah your opinion was a generalization,” she replied.

Magdalene straightened out her dress, looking in the mirror on the back of her closet door. This had been a long time coming, with many adoptions that had failed for her, it was finally happening today. There was always that fear though, that even this would fall through. She never felt like a part of a family since her biological family, till the Gardner’s. She heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said. She smiled when she saw her foster brother, soon to be brother, at the door. “Tell me I look okay? I want to look perfect for today.”

“Of course they don’t,” Luke shook his head, pulling Maggie into a side-hug as they walked. “Obviously I’ve never been in the system, so I don’t know what it’s like, but maybe that’s what he feels they want? You know, maybe his experience has been that his foster parents want to be his only parents, if that makes sense. And you’ve had a different experience with the system than he has. But no, I don’t think they replace your parents, even if you’re adopted.”

“I get bad foster homes, I’ve been in some myself, I just, it really hurt that he said that,” Maggie replied. “I just don’t understand how you can’t give people a chance. I gave your Dads a chance.”

“You’re very helpful, aren’t you?”

“Helpful is my middle name,” she replied with a slight smirk.

“Definitely not, I am not going in there.” 

“Okay, but I don’t really think they meant here,” Maggie replied. “I think someones playing a trick on you.”

“My mind is devious, thank you for noticing. But why do you need it for the Ferris Wheel? You’re not trying to kill someone, are you? ‘Cause that’s, like, illegal or something.”

“No, no, nothing illegal,” she replied. “Don’t get any ideas. I need it for the ferris wheel because I don’t want anyone to hear our plotting.”