xander green emerges
from his bedroom,
his glasses too far
down the end of his nose,
clothed only in boxers,
although that's nothing new.
"get some clothes on,
we got errands to run
before school starts."
"can't we just
get to them later?"
a stern look from
violet is all it
takes for xander to
groan and head back
to his room.
"i'll never understand
how you do that."
mr. green mutters
shaking his head.
violet simply gives a
lopsided grin
sinking back into
the chair.
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whispers&wishes
Poetryx a n d e r g r e e n- they call him a liar but little do they know that every word he says is true, just maybe not in this world. v i o l e t j o n e s- she lives in xander's world and in exchange for her company he weaves her pretty stories...
