Recap:

Phew 2-3 years have passed since writing this book. I had to read the last couple of chapters of where we left of and I definitely was messed up leaving the book at that kind of cliffhanger hahaha.

What was supposed to be start of the high school prom arc ended up being the breaking up of the the Musketeers. Bennett ended his relationship with his friends and his role as leader of the Musketeers. He was chosen - better to call it forced - to take over his father's position as president of their family company Frazier Corp, a conglomerate that touches a wide range of industries that include banking, hospice, entertainment, and much more. But while many, including his friends, have believed that he would not follow that path, he stated that it was time to face reality when leaving his friends.

Declan, Jordan, and Naomi were left in distraught that their friend and leader had ended things with them. The group quickly fell apart. But Naomi found out a way to turn the situation around. With the Starbucks Contract, an excuse written up for them to all become friends, they, in turn, used it as an excuse to find Bennett and get his signature to end the contract as well as give him a piece of their mind.

But so far, there has been no luck. They found that he has moved out of his old apartment and was stopped by security when they tried going to the main office of Frazier Corp.

Will they ever find Bennett and get his signature? What is to be truly done with the Starbucks Contract? What is the fate of the Musketeers?

Tune in and find out!

And that's what you missed on Glee!

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Standing in front of us were two men in black- Jordan's words, not mine. We had just left what used to be Bennett's apartment and I say "used to be" since a couple is now living there. The three of us were just about to leave by a taxi when we were stopped by two men.

"We know who you three are," one of the "men in black" said. "And as long as you know not to come back here, we were ordered to give you a message."

"A message?" Declan asked in disbelief.

Jordan gritted his teeth. "You're kidding."

"It's from him, isn't it?" I asked softly.

The bodyguard glanced at his colleague who gave him a nod before looking back at us.

"If we were able to find you three, we were told to give you this message..."

"'Don't.'"

A single word. It was a single word that just hung in the air. It was as if someone blew a puff of smoke right to your face.

Jordan exhaled a scoff then lightly chuckled before it slowly grew louder into laughter.

"Don't?" He repeated in disbelief. "After all this time and all he can say -no, not even say- have one of his lackeys say for him? He's too busy doing whatever the hell he's doing to say it to our face?"

"You knew we would be here, you were waiting for us," Declan muttered. "Which means he knew too." He shook his head. "He's still one step ahead of us."

Jordan gritted his teeth at Declan's realization then walked forward to the men in black- I wish I could call him something else.

"Since you're his messenger guy, how about you deliver him my reply," Jordan snapped, his voice growing louder, "Bennett should bend over and take that word right up where that stick is already is, his-"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" We exclaimed as Declan seized the back of Jordan's jacket and I clamped my hand over his mouth while he finished the sentence with a muffled shout.

Jordan jerked away for us to release him, With a huff, he turned away, not facing us.

"Thank you for delivering us the message, even though it wasn't what we wanted to hear," I told them. I hesitated, biting my bottom lip, before asking, "Is there anything you can tell us? Did something happen to him?"

"We just want to talk to him," Declan said. "If you can just help us with this-"

"I cannot tell you anything else," the man in black said firmly.

"Right, your loyalty lies with the family," Declan grumbled, waving his hand in the direction of the skyscraper looming over us with the ''Frazier Corp' in large, block letters.

"To the company," the man said, his tone hinting on the correction, "and its success."

My eyes widened at what he said. But before I could open my mouth to stop him, he turned around and walked back to the building.

"So that's it then?" Jordan asked. "We'll just give up?"

"No," Declan and I stated then looked at each other in surprise.

"Oh my God, they're in sync," Jordan said mockingly.

Ignoring him, Declan told us, "I noticed what he said too, Naomi. Something happened, the guy couldn't tell us more, but there's more to it. But... I don't know what we could do. We're back to square one, no, even worse-"

"Square zero? Negative one?" Jordan offered.

"No," I told both of them. "I say we're at square... 6."

"What? Why 6?"

Taking out my wallet, I pulled out a business card.

But along with it, there was a stamp card to a boba shop. With six of the ten stamps, completing the card would get me a free drink.

"First, let's grab a drink. It's going to be a long day."

-

It was a bustling boba cafe with different groups laughing and chatting between sips of their drinks. The building was bright in colors with the walls were in different colors with cute art and paintings to decorate the space. The stamp card I have was for this specific boba shop called Par-Tea. The three of us were in line to order at the counter. I mindlessly fiddled with the card while I went over the menu against the wall, listing the many drinks they offer. I looked back at the others to see how they were doing.

Declan let out a short sigh as he looked around, observing other people in the cafe either as a means of being on guard or to pass the time. When his eyes met mine, I glanced away. Jordan, on the other hand, with his arms crossed over his chest, tapped his foot impatiently.

"I'm tapping my foot impatiently," Jordan practically announced to us.

"We're almost at the front of the line," I informed him.

"It's not about that," Jordan told me. "What are we ever doing here? What about the plan?"

"This is the plan," I told him.

"Next customer!" The barista called out.

I went up to the barista. "I would like an ube swirl with taro bits, please." I turned to the others. "What do you guys want?"

"I'll just have a strawberry tea with strawberry popping boba," Declan said.

Jordan said while looking at the menu, "Uh... get me a vanilla milk tea with egg pudding and boba."

"And I want to order one more thing," I said as I read off the card. "I want a Vietnamese coffee with boba."

"Why are you ordering another drink?" Declan asked. "There's only three of us."

Ignoring him, I handed the stamp card. "I'm ordering four drinks and with this stamp card I want to use the last order for my free drink."

The barista took the card and studied it with a confused look on his face. "I'm sorry but we don't have stamp cards like this. I know it has our same name, but our stamp cards look like this-" They pulled up a card with a completely different color and design on it.

I pursed my lips together. Did I do it wrong?

Suddenly, another person came up from the back door behind the counter and spoke to the barista. The person wore a shirt with the Par-Tea logo marking him as a worker there. "What's wrong? The line is being held up."

When the barista explained what was happening, the person snatched the card from his hands. Studying the card, his eyes widened. He then looked up at me with narrowed eyes. "What do you want to order with this free drink?"

"I want a large Vietnamese coffee with boba... boba as black as ink."

At those words, the man straightened himself up. "I apologize for the inconvenience, this person is new." He took the stamp and pressed it on the card four times, completing all 10 spaces. "Please follow me and we will bring your orders."

"Oh, we haven't paid yet," I said.

"It's on the house," he said hurriedly. "Now please follow me."

I glanced back at the guys who wore confused looks on their faces. I figured it's a better look than anger from what we had learned from the men in black earlier. I followed after the man, knowing the others would follow me.

We went behind the counter and through the door that led into the kitchen. The bustling kitchen was halved, some were making the small bites the cafe offered while others were making the boba drinks all for waiting customers. There were shouts of orders and while there were many people in the kitchen, they flowed past each other without crashing.

Leaving another door out of the kitchen, we went into a small hallway. One side door opened to see a worker in uniform, carrying a box perhaps of supplies. "Sorry, sir," he said as he waited for us to pass.

When we stood in front of the door at the end of the hallway, the man knocked on the door before whispering something. The door opened and the man held it open, ushering us inside.

"Please make yourselves comfortable," the man said.

"Thank you," I said.

The room was starkly different from the cafe. While the cafe had bright colors and cute art, the room was just a back-of-house warehouse with exposed concrete walls with HVAC ducts shown on the ceiling. There was a simple couch and table for guests. The person who opened the door from inside was a big man with visible tattoos at the side of his neck and running down his arm that held a boba drink in his hand. He sat in a stool, eyeing us warily.

Declan and Jordan gave him glares back as they both sat at either side of me on the couch. It was a small couch so we shimmied for all of us to fit inside like sardines in a can.

The man that led us to this room heard a knock on the door and opened the door. He carried in a tray of drinks and placed all of our drinks in front of us on the table. Then he placed the final, fourth drink of a Vietnamese coffee with boba in the empty chair in front of us.

"He will be here shortly," the man informed us. "Thank you and I hope you had fun at the Par-Tea," he said with their cheesy catch phrase.

When the man left with the shut of the door, Declan and Jordan finally spoke up.

"What is happening?"

"What are we doing here?"

"How did they make our drinks so fast?"

You know, the important questions.

I grabbed my drink from the table, popping the straw into it before taking a sip. The other followed suit.

"It's our... y'know... back up plan, trump card, wild card," I muttered.

"As in, we're starting a boba shop?" Jordan asked before he took a sip of his drink. He paused then took a longer sip. "Nevermind, we can't compete with this."

Declan turned to look at me. "Is this what I think it is, Naomi?"

I gave him a half-hearted shrug. "If we're thinking alike then yeah. It's our best chance... and only chance."

The door we came through abruptly opened without the need for the password.

"Well, well, well," Jae said with a smirk. "I love it when we get new customers."

Declan sighed, marking that we were both thinking the same thing. Jordan on the other hand...

"Are you kidding me?" He said in surprise. Then he took a sip of his boba drink. "Yeah, it all makes sense now."

Jae Seong, leader of the gang the Inked Blades, is the owner or investor of many businesses in his territory. In the last meeting I saw him, he had given me his business card and this boba shop's stamp card. At the 10th stamp you get, you use it to order his favorite drink as well as a meeting with him. You can say a lot of things about him, but he's definitely clever using this scheme to set meetings up as well as bring in business.

Jae took a seat at the chair across from us. He grabbed the drink on the table and took a long sip. Leaning back against the chair, he let out a sigh. "This always hits the spot. I'm always so busy, running around to take care of my businesses. It's good to have a Vietnamese coffee waiting for me."

I didn't say anything, just waited patiently.

"The purpose of this was to have a meeting between you and me, Fourth," Jae said dryly. "After all, I was so sad that we weren't able to continue our date at my KBBQ restaurant. To think you went there with another man, you broke my heart."

Declan looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What is he talking about?"

"You got KBBQ without me?" Jordan asked.

"I'll tell you guys later," I told them.

"And there is no way I would meet up with you alone," I told Jae. "They'll stick with me, whether I like it or not."

Jae took another sip of his drink. "I may have dropped out of high school but I think you're off a number. Someone is missing. Let's see here... one, two, three." He feigned a surprised, innocent look which was unnatural to him. "Where's the gloomy, blue-eyed one, First?"

"That's what we're here for," I told him. "Help us find him."

A smirk slowly appeared on Jae's face. "Did the boy band break up?" He asked mockingly.

"That's none of your business," Jordan said.

"I believe that answers my question," Jae said casually. "And I also believe it does since you need my help."

Declan, having picked up what I was trying to do, told him, "You may have tried hiding it, but we know that you have gathered all possible information about your members and rivals."

Jae blatantly ignored him by not reacting to his statement, much less, responding to it. He snapped his fingers and the guard took out a cigarette, lit it up, and handed it to Jae.

"You don't have to use such an excuse just to see me, Fourth," he said as he inhaled the cigarette. "I always enjoy our chats."

Declan glared at Jae who's eyes have never left me since he entered the room and hasn't once acknowledged him or Jordan.

"You have the resources, if not already the information, to know where Bennett is," Declan told him. "If you have it, you are to give it to us."

Jae rolled his eyes. "What is this? Does that mean Third is the leader of your little club now? Obvious, but boring."

Jordan snickered. "You're telling me."

Jae looked amused at Jordan's comment. "It would be funnier if Second did. I wonder how it would be if it was Fourth..."

Declan glared at Jordan then moved his glare over to Jae. Then said slowly and steadily. "As leader of the Musketeers, leading gang of this territory, you will give us that information."

Jae took a long drag of the cigarette then blew the smoke at Declan's face who didn't recoil. Jae raised an eyebrow either from amusement or surprise.

"Put that out," Declan ordered.

Surprisingly, Jae did. He stamped the cigarette into the ashtray on the table. The last wisps of smoke got lost into the air.

"I'm only doing it because I don't want poor Fourth to get secondhand smoke," he said with a chuckle.

"I'll say it one more time," Declan told him. "Give us the information."

"And why should I?" Jae asked incredulously. "First was the only reason we kept you as a puppet gang rather than fight for the position as leader for ourselves. We know he's a Frazier and has the money, resources, and influence that kept us in our place. Sure, with the information I gathered, I knew it was a bluff from the beginning but decided to stay in line in case we pushed him to do it."

Jordan scoffed. "You know what damage I can do to you?"

"Damage with what equipment, blondie?" Jae asked with a laugh. "We know all of your hacking hardware was taken from you. You're like a kid without any of his toys. You got nothing on us."

"But now that the Musketeers have fallen apart..." A sadistic smile crept onto Jae's face. "...The streets are going to be painted ink black."

His words hung in the air just like smoke from a cigarette.

Neither Declan nor Jordan said anything. Declan didn't have the authority to order him and Jordan didn't have the blackmail to force him. I looked at either of them, seeing the conflicted looks on their faces. I let out a short sigh, knowing that there was only one thing left to say.

"Because you're a man of your word," I told him. "It was agreed that we stay as the puppet until we can be transitioned out. And there's no point in grabbing the head position like this when it will still lead to a war."

Jae laughed. "Ding, ding, ding. Correct answer!" He said. "Think of it as a little fun test. I got worried about you all for a second. You thought ordering or blackmailing would do anything, but that can only go so far."

Declan and Jordan looked at me and all I could give them was a short shrug. Trying to understand the whims of this man would be pointless.

Jae picked up his drink again, swirling the liquid into the cup. "Look, the others are too proud to say it, hell, even I am. But it's an embarrassment to have a puppet gang of high schoolers to keep us in check until we can sort out this exit plan. You can romanticize gangs as much as you want, but we hate looking at you. You all have an actual future and we're dragging you down with us. You have to get out. I don't care if First will come back or not. Get it together. Finish the plan. Never see us again."

That was the most adult-like Jae has acted in front of us. No longer wearing his smirks or giving us mocking laughs, he looked at us with narrowed eyes and a spiteful look on his face.

He stood up from his chair, drink still in hand. "Expect a text with the details. We've been keeping track of all movements since he left your hideout. It was so obvious though, it was almost as if he wanted us to follow him."

"That's not like Bennett at all..." Jordan muttered.

Jae looked at me and sighed. "I was hoping for you to ask for something more fun and exciting like letting you join my gang, getting rid of a body, making a boba after you. You know, something like that."

"What type of boba- I mean, no, all we need is Bennett's location."

"And you'll have it, Fourth," he said before placing an empty stamp card in front of me. "Consider the favor fulfilled. Until next time."

Jae left the room and the three of us were alone again. Well, except for the guard, but that was alright.

"Why didn't you tell us you were going to do that?" Jordan asked me.

"One, because I didn't think it worked. You know him, he could just have easily told us no. And two, if I told you my idea, you and Declan would have gone without me, and there was an even higher possibility he wouldn't have helped at all."

"You're right, we wouldn't have wanted you to come if we had known we were going to meet Jae," Declan told me. "But I'm glad you were able to come up with this, Naomi."

I smiled at him. "I appreciate it, Declan."

"We need to start trusting you more," Declan said. "But you can also trust us more too."

"What I want to know is what Jae said about Bennett making it easy for them to track them," Jordan told us. "The trackers on the equipment are useless so..."

"What tracker?" Declan asked.

"It was a safety precaution," Jordan explained. "Snuck a tracker here and there inside the equipment. But Bennett either saw me do it or found it out himself since he deactivated them. I would have been able to find Bennett's location, or at least the equipment's location, with them."

"But despite doing all that, he deliberately made his movements trackable for Jae? That doesn't make any sense," I told them.

"Nothing about Bennett makes any sense," Jordan said spitefully.

"And you," Declan said to Jordan. "You showed weakness in front of Jae, a rival gang leader, with your snide comment not accepting me as the leader."

Jordan gritted his teeth, but said nothing.

"You know what? I've had enough of you," Declan told him. "You don't want me to be your leader? Fine. Then you be the leader."

"What are you talking about?" Jordan demanded. "I don't want to be the leader. I know I can't handle it. I just wanted Bennett to come back. I wanted everything to go back to how it was before."

Declan gritted his teeth. "If you can't handle change, then you should be scared because I'm scared for you."

"That's enough!" I said, giving each of them a glare. "To remind you, the point of us doing this is to end the contract. Then we can figure out some other kind of exit plan for us and we won't have to deal with each other anymore. So we're going to work together until we figure this out. Do I make myself clear?"

Both of them held their glares to each other before they looked away.

"Yes, Naomi," Declan said just as Jordan said, "Yes, mom- I mean, Naomi."

Jordan coughed. "Reflex."

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. The guard stood from his seat and moved in front of the door.

"I have tea for the par-tea," the voice called out in a bored tone, following the password.

When the door opened, the person said, "I'm here for delivery from the Mayhem Wasps- Why are you guys here?"

The door shut behind Giovanni, Declan's old friend who grew up in the foster system with him as if they were brothers. We ran into him several times throughout the series with us first seeing him in jail as high as the national debt and my first gang meeting where he told us information about the Lost Boys before he joined the Mayhem Wasps. He looks completely different if not better from the last two times we have seen him. He wore a clean cut, his hair in an afro fade as if he just came out of the barber shop and sporting a purple windbreaker for the color of the Wasps. There was a noticeable tattoo at the side of his neck that looked like a wasp, perhaps it was their entry tattoo. Not only just in his appearance, but how he carried himself without any signs of substance abuse, it was like he was a completely different person.

Declan stood up from the couch. "Gio, what are you doing here?"

"I asked first but whatever. What does it look like I'm doing?" Gio said in exasperation as he revealed a cart of boxes behind him. "I'm making a delivery. I've been running around doing errands for the Wasps. They like the drinks from this spot so they cut a deal with Jae for a discount."

Jordan walked up to the boxes, suspiciously giving Gio a side eye, and open one of the boxes up. "Yeah, they're just boba drink containers."

The guard handed Gio an envelope before he pushed the cart out of the room, probably to store the packages.

"I think this is our cue to leave now. Let's go," I said quickly, not wanting to spend one more second in this room. I had to put up with Gio every time I saw him and I only saw him twice.

"Wait, wait, wait," Gio said, holding his hands up to stop us. "I got to say something to you, None of your Busin- I mean, Naomi."

I sighed. "And why should I hear anything you have to say?"

"You don't," he told me. "There is no reason for you to give me the time of day. But I would still appreciate it if you can hear me out and I'll leave you alone."

There was a long pause before I broke it with a sigh. "Alright, what do you want to tell me?"

Gio cleared his throat. "I want to apologize for how I spoke and treated you in the last interactions I had with you," he said. "I reflected on how I should better talk to people, and women, especially since you're Declan's friend." His tone held that it was a memorized speech, but the fact he's saying it said a lot.

I thought about it. Breaking his arm barely made us even but getting an apology was not on my Bingo card today. I figured that if I just met him halfway here, then it can just be the end of it.

"I appreciate it, Gio," I told him.

He let out a huge exhale. "Alright, I was able to get that off my chest. The Wasps had me go through this 10 step program for my rehabilitation if I want to climb up their ranks and this is part of it."

"That's surprisingly progressive of them," Jordan said thoughtfully.

"You're next, Declan," Gio said.

Declan winced. "There's nothing to talk about, Gio," Declan told him.

"No, I actually want to say this. No 10 steps are making me do this."

Declan held a conflicted look on his face. "Alright, say your piece then, Gio."

Gio let out an exhale. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I was jealous of you, being adopted, living a better life than I ever could dream. But I should have kept my promise to look out for you, to protect you since we first met. "

He sniffled, lifting the collar of his shirt to wipe the water off his cheeks. Some kid decided to be the one to confirm the rumors and was confirmed by his silence. The only way he could stop hearing the jokes, the insults, the laugher was to punch the kid's face in. That did the trick but he got in trouble for it too. He was still debating if it was worth it since they told him one more strike and he'd be sent to another home. Now he's walking aimlessly at night because the current home he was in was suffocating even though they treated him like air.

"Hey, I know that kid! He goes to my school! He's the one I told you about. The one that got into a fight the other day."

Looking up, he saw a gang of boys that all seemed to be in middle school hanging out at some playground. He scanned the group and saw the kid who called that out, but didn't recognize him. Who can blame him? He barely transferred into the school a week ago.

He quickly turned around to walk away from them, but was pulled backwards by his backpack. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by the same group of boys.

"I'm not looking for any trouble," he told them. "Let me just go home."

The group looked at one particular kid who looked to be the oldest and was probably their leader by default. The kid nodded to him. "Heard you're a foster. That true?"

He narrowed his eyes on the leader. "What's it to you?"

The leader scoffed. "Calm down, pendejo. I'm one too. I only wish I was the one kicking the kid's ass instead of you." He snickered with his friends before giving another nod. "Your name's Rafael, right?"

He forced himself to not flinch at the name. "No. Call me Declan."

"Declan?" The leader repeated before looking at one of the other boys. "I thought you said his name's Rafael."

Before the kid could defend himself, Declan told him, "Either call me that or nothing at all. I don't want to go by that other name anymore."

The leader looked at Declan unsurely, scratching his head, before shrugging lightly. "Aight fine. Declan then." He held his hand out. "The name's Gio."

Declan hesitantly took the hand and shook it. But suddenly, Gio pulled his arm forward making Declan stumble forward. Gio studied his face.

"I noticed earlier. You been crying?" Gio asked in disbelief. "Crying's for girls. You a girl?" A couple of the other kids snickered.

Declan backed away, ignoring his whole face turning hot in embarrassment, then roughly wiped any evidence that he was crying earlier off his cheeks. "No," he grumbled.

"What're you even crying for?" Gio asked. "I heard you won the fight."

He stared at the ground. "They said I'd get moved again if I get into another fight. But I didn't even start it. The other kid did. I just wanted him to shut up and leave me alone."

Gio scoffed to himself. "Y'know, it's different when you're not the one dealing with it yourself." He tapped Declan's chest with the back of his hand. "You better pick up your act or else you'll end up like me."

He looked at Declan. "It doesn't matter if the school sucks. If you're with a decent family, stick with them, even if they ignore you. It's better to be invisible than hit."

"Better to be invisible than hit," Declan repeated quietly.

Gio crossed his arms, nodding. "Aight, if you're gonna learn one thing from me, it should be this. No matter how bad you want to punch the kid's teeth in so they'd shut up, don't. 'Stead, you gotta wait for it. Don't just pick your battles. Pick where your battles are."

Declan wrinkled his nose. "Whaddya mean?"

Suddenly, he grabbed Declan's collar and gripped it to make sure he got his full attention. He looked at him, but not like he was trying to start a fight but was showing how serious he is. The delinquent facade faded away to reveal a kid who was forced to grow up too early, too fast.

"Next time you want to fight someone, it's gotta be out of the school, away from the teachers," Gio told him. "You never start the fight, but you always end it. But you have to make sure that where you start the fight is the same place where you end them."

"When you know you're going to have to fight, you always have to tell them to meet you at the parking lot, afterschool."

"If I hadn't dragged you through the Royals stuff I was going through, you wouldn't be in this mess. I mean, you probably wouldn't have met your friends Jordan and Bennett, but that's another story."

Declan let out a short chuckle from that.

"I know an apology won't mean much to you but..." Gio let out a sigh. "I hope that with more time, I can earn a little trust back and maybe we can go back to being something again." Gio closed his eyes as if he braced himself for a punch from Declan when he was more scared of whatever Declan would say back to him.

"Maybe we can get some boba together. I know a spot."

Gio looked at Declan with a smile. "I got a discount with them. Could be my treat."

"Oh I love happy endings," Jordan said, rolling his eyes.

I lightly punched Jordan's shoulder. "Don't ruin it."

-

Hey...

It's been a while.

I went through a really long hiatus and after a wonderful email from DecomiWavesRadiating that helped me decide to go back to the writing mentality and writing in general. I went through a lot in the last couple of years and I felt as if my writing days were over, a thing of the past. But whether there is only one, ten, 100, or more of you all out there willing to read, I'm willing to write. I'm still trying to figure out a writing schedule but I have some shorts I want to write up and something big for this series, besides Broken Glasses.

I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter. I have a Broken Glasses chapter in the works since I last left it off so expect that. And I'm working on a Reader x 4 Musketeers work where you can go on a date with the 4M. The first chapter is a date with Bennett. Fun timing but hey people liked it. It could spark some fanfiction.

I want to say this now in order to help spark more activity in readers but I plan one more book in the series. And it's a question that is in the back of everyone's minds but probably never thought there would be much of it.

How did the guys meet?

Yes, my final-ish book of the series would be a short story of how the guys meet and how the 3M truly began. The times when Gio had popped up saying "that's another story" recalling how the guys met is meant to show that I do plan on sharing the story of how the boys came to know each other and stayed together for our favorite boy band.

There is a TGGBB Discord to discuss any theories and share any fan stuff like art and fanfiction. Please follow my Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok where I would like to put in some fun stuff about the series. Please look at my LinkTree for the details.

Until then, I appreciate any support.

Speaking of support, please give my work in Free Palestine a read. I'm not the best, active source of information of what is happening, especially since a lot has been happening from my readings. But the best thing I wanted to do was give a space to vent and be educated on good resources to learn about the history of Palestian Genocide and what we can do about it. You can go to my LinkTree for any sources to learn and support.

Let's see where 2024 takes us. 

Rubix