"𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚."
𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐒 - your perfectly normal girl next door. Except when she's not.
Normal's an adjective she hasn't been familiar with her entire life. She's a hunter, trained by th...
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"Ooh, you're taking up a fraction of my mind Ooh, every time I watch you serpentine."
- Bad liar//Selena Gomez
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THIS WAS RIDICULOUS.
I know I said I was ready to move on and not be jealous of my sister's romantic life, but it was a work in progress for sure. Especially with my lovesick sister all over her new boyfriend.
"He's just so perfect," she had marvelled in the morning as we watched him plate up a batch of the fluffiest, annoyingly delicious smelling pancakes I had ever eaten in my life.
Thereafter I was emotionally blackmailed into accepting Damon's gracious offer of dropping us off at school. Now I was stuck in the backseat of his Chevy, a fish-out-of-water while they sweetly canoodled at every fucking red light on the way.
This time when she turned to kiss him, I put an arm between them and dragged her ass back onto the seat. "Is that Taylor Swift?!"
"What?! Where?" Her wide eyes followed my line of sight, gawking here and there to the point you'd think she was a glitching doll. I mean she already looked like a Barbie.
"Here," I chortled, showing her the singer's latest Instagram post.
Caroline glared at me, turning to the front as Damon laughed heartily. I sank back into my seat, fully sated with the somewhat normal atmosphere in the car. Reopening my Instagram, I went back to scrolling for newer posts.
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