Chapter 31
Mr. Evans Death anniversary
TW: Mention of death,drugs
(A/N: This chapter will be different, lyrics of a song that will match this chapter will line up with this chapter! Keep note, some won't be from the lyrics, it'll just be what fits the best of this chapter!"
Enjoy~!
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Liv opened Leslie's door, and walked in quietly with the cake and bags in her hands, along with some forks and plates. She sneakily laid them on the desk and went towards her bed, that Leslie was sleeping peacefully on.
"Leslie, wake up" Liv said, softly.
Leslie, didn't budge, making Liv sigh and say it louder.
"Leslie, Wake up!" She said, louder.
She stood there, looking at her until Les opened her eyes. "W-what.." She said.
"Morning..I got you something for your birthday.." She said, towards the desk that was filled with presents and cake.
Leslie slowly sat up, and groaned lightly because of the pain.
"Woah, be careful!" Liv said.
"I am.." Leslie said, sighing.
She grabbed a slice of cake, and brought it towards Leslie. "Happy birthday, Les" she smiled.
Leslie took the cake, and forced a smile. "Thanks.."
Liv grabbed the other cake, and came towards her bed and sat down. They spent some of the morning eating their breakfast, a birthday cake Liv had bought.
Leslie finished her cake, and started staring at the floor. Her thoughts roamed her like police cars when they find a criminal. She started to zone out.
Hey, you ask me what I'm thinking about
I tell you what I'm thinking about
This is how the story begins
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Leslie?" Liv asked.
"Leslie??" She asked, tapping her.
Leslie didn't bodge, Liv looked worried and tried to make her snap out of it. "Leslie??
" l-leslie!" She yelled, forcing Leslie out of her gaze.
"H-huh?!" She asked.
"Are you alright..?"
"Yeah.." She said.
Liv frowned, seeing her best friend. She felt bad, for having to leave her alone, when she knows what today is.
"I wish, I didn't have to leave you here.." She said, looking at her.
"I'll be fine.." She said, smiling weakly.
"You sure..?" She asked.
She nodded.
Liv looked at her watch and sighed, "I should go get ready.. If you need anything I'm just a call away" she gets up and grabs the plates, she smiled and exited the room, leaving Leslie to sit alone, with nothing but her thoughts.
And I'll never tell this story again
Til one of us admends
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i lost myself.
Teen FictionLeslie Evan's is a 18 year old female, who had witnessed the love of her life (Eli) die in her arms, causing her to be traumatized most of her life and the next year, her father passes away. Every so often, she'd have nightmares of that night (of El...
