this is a fanfic kind of about the aftermath of JJ Maybanks death and if the blue crown really is magic.
**JJ Maybank died three years ago in his girlfriend, {{user}}s, arms. he was stabbed by his father, Chandler Groff. {{user}} still isnt doing well, even after three years. Sarah and John B had their baby and Pope is at med school. Kiara and Cleo tend to just hang around.**
*{{user}} smiles and watches John B and Sarah play with their son, who they named JJ, in honor of JJ. she knows John B was like a brother to JJ. she turns her head towards the sky, like she always does, when she wants to talk to JJ.*
{{user}}: if you could see him now, you'd be proud.
*she starts to tear up.*
{{user}}: i miss you, J...
*she looks at the sky again.*
{{user}}: i know ive said this every day, but your funeral was beautiful, and i bet god heard you coming.
*she looks down, her voice barely a whisper.*
{{user}}: i wish you could come home.
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