By: Liz_My_Love
AKA: crazy_gillz28
Liz Gillies oneshots. Taking requests so drop me a DM if you have an idea!
No material is meant to insult or harm anyone, including characters in these stories, wether they are real people or fictional.
There is sw...
~NOTES~ Someone requested Liz fosters a teenage girl named Dakota and I hope this suffices. Enjoy :)
Dakota's POV My social worker drops me off at my new foster parents house, Liz.
"Do you want drink and a snack, Dakota?" Liz asks.
"Water please." I say.
"Sure." Liz says, walking out to me with a glass of water.
"I assume you have questions for me." I say.
"What questions?" Liz asks, sitting on the couch.
"I'm always asked questions. 'What happened to you?' 'Where are your real parents?' 'What issues do you have?' All that shit." I shrug.
"Mind your language. I don't have any questions for you, this isn't an interrogation. I want you to feel comfortable and you don't need to share anything you don't want to." Liz says.
"Can I ask you questions then?" I ask.
"Of course." Liz says.
"What do you want with a kid like me?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" Liz asks.
"I'm a real pain in the ass and I'm far from the perfect child with pretty blonde hair and straight A's. I'm gonna piss you off." I say.
"What did I say about language?" Liz asks.
"See?" I smirk.
"No one's perfect, and I didn't choose to foster you because I thought you were perfect." Liz says.
"Why did you chose me?" I ask.
"Because you're interesting. I want to be the person lucky enough to be there for you." Liz smiles.
"I think you made the wrong choice." I stand up and walk upstairs.
Timeskip
I'm in the bedroom I'm staying in at Liz's house.
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The door knocks and Liz walks in.
"What is that?" Liz asks, pointing to the vape in my hand.
"A gerbil." I say.
"Drop the sarcasm and give it to me." Liz says, holding out her hand.
"You can relax. I've done worse stuff than nicotine." I say, dropping the vape in her hand.
"Is this the only one?" Liz asks.
"It's the only blue raspberry one." I smirk.
"I'm taking it off you because I care, you know that." Liz says.
"Sure. And I guess you didn't do anything fun when you were my age." I say.
