Lily and chase have always been the closest amongst their friend group growing up.
Moving to England at 13, lily was separated from her other halves, learning to make new friends, adapt to change, and learning to live with her father.
Coming back to...
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Chapter two
"YOU'VE HAD SEX?!" Grams yelled, flabbergasted as she misunderstood my sentence.
"No, I said I have an ex!" I laughed, slapping my forehead.
"Are becoming deaf?" Mom added, raising her brows as she stared across from grams.
"Why are we rhyming?" I asked, blinking, before taking a sip of my tea.
"Oh shush." Grams pointed a finger in moms direction, "if you must know, I'm getting my hearing tested this Thursday."
Mom sighed, "anyways, what was his name?" She said calmly, looking over with soft eyes.
"Jonah," Jonah was sweet. Lie. He was a proper roady. When I first moved, everyone looked the same, and I mean the same. They all dressed the same and acted the same.
Too much same.
"Jonah seems like a nice kid," grams nodded proudly, "What happened?"
"It was toxic," I took in a breath before shutting my eyes.
"Ah," I nodded at grams reply.
"What were the people like there?"
"At school?" Mom nodded.
"Well, all the guys dressed the same, walking round with their pants half way down their legs—" "The fuck?" Grams cut me off, slipping her false teeth back in. SINCE WHEN DID SHE LOSE HER TEETH?
"Where did you're teeth go?! How long was I gone for?" I scoffed, crossing my arms.
"They're in my mouth, what do you mean?" Grams looked me up and down with her brow raised, the attitude is unbelievable. I love it.
"God, I've missed you." I giggled.
"I've missed you more sweet pea." She grinned, her eyes turning into slits, small wrinkles appearing on her forehead.
"Are you gonna finish your tea?" Mom nudged me softly, looking down at the half full glass. I nodded before picking it up, taking the tiniest sip before placing it back down.
Before I could say anything else I heard the oven ping, "Aha!" Grams raised a finger, nodding while wiggling her brows before scurrying over to the oven. "Scones are ready!"
I groaned, "They smell delicious!"
"That's because I made them," she shrugged, placing them down on the cooling rack.
"Can I have one?" I slowly raised my hand to the steamy goods.
She slapped it, making me jolt back and look at her with a frown, "They're hot, love," Mom added, giving me a glance.
