She sat on the bench of this lonely park, that she happens to come to all the time, reading a book she just got yesterday when the stench of cannabis filled her nostrils. She looked up and saw them. They passed the joint to one another, each taking a long drag from it. When she was about to get up and grab her stuff, she made eye contact with the one and only; Michael Clifford.
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Fanfiction"Maybe being a little bad is good" he smirked and stared at me. "Get away, please."
