“He's a total creep, but he does compliment me and smell nice, so I let him in. We don't need another Nina, ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.. I hated the —

“Why not? Are you scared, ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.?” Brooke teased, teasing was her thing, one thing that she did well, along with a list of —

The petite blonde sighed at ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.'s joking. “You don't have to pretend that you don't know what happened to Jake. I'm okay. —

“He'll never get a chance to change that now, being dead and all. 'Stavo? He's so creepy, which is apparently my type, ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.. —

“Sorry, my heart isn't in my pants.”

[[ Kieran is the killer. Maggie(?) and Kieran will die. End season; I'd put money on it. ]]

[[ Also, if anyone wants to write, winged or plot, I'm always down and will continue to stick around after the show ends. ]]

“My father is nothing more than a politician who wears some ugly ties, but he does know good liquor, ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.. Your dad is a —

“Did they finally take my request so more than one person can have the crown?! I'm so giving, ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.. Tact.” The petite blonde —

“Who else would be so genius and caring, ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.? Snap might as well been made by me, for me. . .and my friends.” Brooke then —

“Hey, Lakewood's resident Bundy!” Kieran Wilcox

“Stab me once, shame on me. Stab me twice, shame on you. Lock me in a freezer, kinda tact. Stab me again? Seriously? You're psycho.”

“Do we really want to get me started on Nina right now, ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.? Or do you want to drink the night away? Because I'm leaning —

“I'm still waiting for Em' to return my keys. That bitch.”

“I couldn't agree with you more, ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.!” Was that the universal sign of hold the phone? Probably literally. But Brooke wasn't —

“There's a whole cellar full of wine but all I want is juice.”

She finally let of the air she forgot to exhale, forming a sigh at ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.'s words. Things were hard in Lakewood, people die —

The blonde rolled her eyes at ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ., waiting for the right time to tell her to shut her mouth. “Tbh, Audrey, stop blaming —

“Aw, aren't you just the sweetest creep, Jack.”

“I'd say don't blame me, but I am pretty influential, huh?” ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴊᴇɴꜱᴇɴ.