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I read some thoughts on Webnovel, and I do agree that Jake is too young, but I don't want to rewrite some of the future ch...

Chapter 41: Music Under the Stars

The crowd grew as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden light across the waves. Tiki torches flickered to life, and the beachside restaurant buzzed with chatter and anticipation. A local...

Chapter 40: Broken Hearts

There was a long pause after Joey’s words. Even Uncle Charlie, who usually had something witty to say, stayed quiet for a moment.

Rachel reached out and patted Joey on the arm. “I’m sor...

Chapter 39: A Stormy Detour

We all stood frozen by the door, watching the rain slam against the windows like an angry tide. Rachel let out an exasperated sigh and threw her hands up.

“I swear, this island has a person...

Chapter 38: The Speech Disaster

Just then, Rachel and Charlie strolled into the pool area, each with a drink in hand. Rachel immediately stopped when she saw the group in various states of laughter—Chandler wiping tears, Phoebe...

Chapter 37: Island Complications

The rain finally slowed down the next morning—not stopped, just downgraded from apocalyptic to mildly miserable. I took it as a win.

Breakfast was served in the resort’s ocean-view dining...

Chapter 36: Rain

My eyes were twisting. It was already the third day—and it hadn’t stopped raining.

Not once.

Tropical storm? Bad luck? Friends? Or maybe the universe was just mocking me for ever th...

Chapter 35: First Class

The boarding announcement echoed over the speakers, and our group began to move forward. We were among the first to board, thanks to Evelyn’s insistence on flying first class. No complaints from ...

Chapter 34: The City That Never Judges (Hopefully)

After the chaos on the plane and whatever emotional tornado Rory was currently riding back to Stars Hollow, things felt a bit calmer on our end. We were back to enjoying our final days in New York ...

Chapter 33: Bold Moves

After the applause finally died down, Charlie paid the bill and turned to us with a grin. “Lorelai and I are going to take a little walk,” he said casually. “This place stays open late, and t...

Chapter 32: Dinner with the Gilmore Girls

Later that evening, the four of us sat around a candlelit table at a cozy bistro not far from the hotel (Uncle Charlie wants us to eat somewhere else—apparently, he knows a better place). Convers...

Chapter 31: Off to Barbados (Eventually)

The day of the trip finally arrived. The house buzzed with a kind of chaotic energy as everyone scrambled to get ready. Suitcases were being zipped shut, passports double-checked.

I was the f...

Chapter 30: After the Applause

As the applause settled, a small group of girls from my class came rushing over.

“That was so cool, Jake!” one of them said, eyes wide with admiration.

“Yeah, you sang like a real...

Chapter 29: The singing

Charlie stepped into the room with the energy of a man pretending he was anywhere else. The moment he saw the crowd of kids packed into the music room, his grin faltered into a tight, nervous smile...

Chapter 28: Rehearsal

The next day, Charlie sat at the piano, singing with all the enthusiasm he could muster—which, frankly, wasn’t much.

♪ Manpower, horsepower, coal and steam Moving forward the American d...

Chapter 27 class musical

After the impromptu demolition of the old TV, the smoke still lingering in the air, we stood in awkward silence for a beat. George looked way too pleased with himself. Erica was pretending like she...

Chapter 26: Geniuses

Sheldon froze at my words, blinking rapidly.

“Excuse me,” he said, genuinely offended. “There is a fundamental contradiction in the phrase ‘most intelligent dumbass.’ It’s a parad...

Chapter 25 Stepping Up

After everything with Dr. Linda, I knew it was time. So, I made it official: I was skipping to ninth grade, the start of high school. No more fourth grade, no more noisy brats.

To celebrate, ...

Chapter 24 therapist III

I leaned back slightly. “What I really love is economics—especially finance and investment. Not the theoretical stuff. I love studying markets. I love investing. And, ironically... I’m alread...

Chapter 23 therapist II

I shifted slightly in my seat, letting her words settle in the silence. Then I said, “I'm not so sure I can agree with you. I don’t think I’m an empathetic person.”

Dr. Freeman tilted...

Chapter 22 therapist I

We were finally back in Malibu.

As great as London had been—bridal escapes, awkward dinners, Friends episodes, and luxury hotel suites—nothing beat the comfort of being home. The ocean br...