↳ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗘'𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗦: 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 ₊˚.🎧｡
ᴏᴄ! ᴅᴀʟʟᴀꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ 𝔁 ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
❝ you're broke, horny and wearing her boots.❞
જ⁀➴
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 you and your fellow angels are back for another round.
ⓒ caity_ange.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞. You were wearing a simple white cami top and sage green skirt, with green platform mules.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
You furrowed your eyebrows when you saw a box sitting on the coffee table. I lifted a pair of boots up and sighed, showing them to Alex. "'Here's all your stuff back.' What's up with that?" Bos asked, after reading the note that had your three names on it.
"She's gone," Natalie mumbled, looking at the photo of you four at the beach three years ago after the Knox case.
Alex sighed, taking the boots from your hands. "She's not coming back. She loves these boots."
"She doesn't want us to get hurt," you said, picking up an old photo, causing a chuckle to escape your lips. It was a picture of when we all had a sleepover at Nat's house. The blonde was in the side, holding the camera up as Alex was doubled over in laughter, watching as you held the bottom of a wine glass in your mouth, leaning head back, where it poured into Dylan's open mouth, who was sitting behind you.
"Wait a minute. You ladies risk your ass every day," Bosley stated, confused.
"'I'll never forgive myself if anything happens to you guys'" Alex read out, and Natalie shook her head.
