I open my bedroom door, I sigh and shut the door behind me. I walk over to my closet and run my finger over the various hung clothing and stop at the tank tops. I grab a black tank top and slide off my Zaful crop top and replace it with the black tank top. I slide off my denim shorts and replace them with black spandex. I hear my balcony door open and walk out of the closet and start to undo my french braid.
"You don't have to check on me if I go somewhere and don't check in afterwords." I walk over to my mini lounge. "Paisley," Oliver sighs, "Your like my little sister now."
I sit in one of my papasan chairs and argue, "I may be the youngest in the group, but you all don't have to treat me like a baby. Because, newsflash, i'm not." I grab my computer, a flick the cover open. I hear the door open and close, I look up and approve that he is not in the room anymore.
I run my finger over the mouse pad watching the courser move across the screen and click my Netflix account, Paisely, then pull up Pretty Little Liars. I continue the season four episode twenty that I've been trying to finish for about a week now. One thing I love about have a pent house is because you can pay people (depending on where you are) to clean. You don't have to, but it's nice in my situation.
As I watch Aria and Ezra move across the screen, I cant help not thinking of Roy. I mean he did save me from probably getting gang raped, have to admit that was brave. He took a knife for me. I could feel my face getting warmer the more I continued to think about him. Although I still don't know whose gun went off.
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Central City Chronicles
FanfictionMy life changed. In a flash I was whisked up into a life of action and purpose. I met new friends, and tried to move on. When my home in Starling City was destroyed because the whole city was overcome by madness and ruin. It got too far, you couldn'...
