Hey guys! It’s Briana. Before we mention anything else, SORRY FOR HOW LATE THIS IS! I had a bad case of writer’s block, but can’t just cancel Evermore on you guys. So, I had special help with this part from my best friend, Brittany! She came over for dinner and a sleepover on Saturday, and we wrote this together! She loves AG too, and is a custom collector.
Piper (Marie-Grace with Julie wig and custom freckles)
Emilia (Caroline w/Blaire wig)
Betsy (Blaire 2019 w/Caroline wig and custom freckles)
Katy (Julie with modified Marie-Grace wig and custom eyeliner)
Jessica (Grace 2015 with modified wig)
Audree (Addy with custom wig and makeup)
Sophie Klaire (Joss 2020 with custom side bangs and freckles)
Jane (80 w/ 86 wig and makeup)
And Serena (Kanani 2011 with freckles and modified wig)
That is a lot of customs. Well, that’s that. I’ll say which parts Brit wrote.
EVERMORE PART TWO
By Briana (and Brittany!)
Gosh, I hate the side of the road. Cal and Janna were close-by, but I needed to figure out where “close-by” was.
I recognized the voice as Cal, so I started towards the source. Cal was leaned against a tall, old-looking maple tree that was inches away from a muddy ditch. “Hi, Cal…”
Cal glared. “Alia, you let her escape.”
“It’s not like I—Really, it was—ASK JANNA.” My speech was slightly distorted.
“What?” Cal rolled her dark eyes at me.
“Janna. Janna was holding her.”
“Speaking of Janna~” Cal was right, I hadn’t seen Janna since Arianna (wait—we don’t speak her name) got away.
“JANNA!” I Called into the pitch black sky. It’s literally black, moonless, and starless. It’s not even a navy-blue.
All I hear back is a weak “Hi.”
I sigh, and Josh does nothing but stare at Amy. “She—dead—how—“ I have so many questions.
“I’m not sure.” Josh replies solemnly, and I sigh.
“Well?” I slap my leg impatiently. “What happens now?”
“We’re safe from Aiden, so peaceful ongoing life, I guess.”
That “Peaceful Ongoing Life” didn’t get a chance to even begin because Aiden kicked the door down. I still have no idea HOW he does that.
“Hi, Aiden.” I mutter.
“I could just kill you both right here.” Aiden informs us.
I groan. Same ‘ol, same ‘ol. Aiden says this every time and never does.
“Or…” He continues, “...you’d be spared. I mean Josh would.” He glares at Josh.
“And me?” I almost shouldn’t’ve asked that question.
“Pfft.” Aiden laughs. “That might take a while…”
“Wh-what’s happening?” Arianna just kept going, not listening to my question.
“I said I’d protect Cassia with my life.” She snaps back.
“What does that have to do with anything??”
“I mean,” Arianna stops walking, “if I am, she’s about to die. Therefore, I will, too.”
We came up on a cabin. “Where are we?” I ask.
“Ah. I get it.” No. I really don’t.
Arianna finally lets go of me and bursts in, where Aiden, Cassia, and Josh are sitting at a table with three weapons in the middle. They all have glasses of water and they’re talking.
“What’s happening?” I stay quiet as Arianna slams her hand onto the table.
“It’s like that scene in The Princess Bride.” Cassia explains. “Two of these glasses are poisoned.”
“Ah.” I say. Again, I don’t actually get it. Arianna shoves Cassia out of the way.
“Nice try, Cass,” and she, Aiden, and Josh all sip from their glass.
I watch as nobody falls. Phew! None were—
I spoke too soon. Thankfully, Aiden goes down. “Arianna! Josh! You’re both OK!” I cry dramatically.
“Um, yeah?” Josh makes it seem obvious.
“Sure,” Arianna offers.
“Oh. Good. Who poisoned the glasses?” I ask.
“Aiden did, then mixed them up.” Josh tells me. Cassia is sitting on the ground.
“So you’re not dead?” She asks.
“Isn’t it obvi—“
Arianna is cut short by the fact that she’s begun gasping for air, and eventually she’s on the ground.
I blink. This can’t be happening. Or maybe… “She passed out.” I decided from my position on the floor.
“You know because?” Livia stares at me skeptically.
“No proof.” I sigh guiltily.
I lean against her chest. No breathing.
Livia groans. “She’s dead. Right?”
I turn around and glare right back. “Why do you want her to be proven dead?”
Livia swears, and stands up. She fingers something on her necklace, and I see that the charm has changed into a red droplet shape.
She pulls out the RAM and stares into my soul. Holding down the button, she demands: “Cassia Sierra. Are you willing to die?”
“Yes.” I answer unwillingly.
“Good. Will you die?”
Before I can say “Yes”, Josh grabs the RAM from Livia (and my hand). He pulls me out the door and leaves me there. He heads back in and I wait nervously for him to get back out.
Josh exits the cottage, and Livia is following. He stares into my eyes, “Cassia, we’ve got to go.”
Before I can question him, Livia grabs the RAM, Points it at me, and demands: “WILL. YOU. DIE?”
Uh...in all fairness, Brittany killed Arianna, not me.
Is Cassia going to dieeee?
What’s happening to Cal and Alia?