"Wait," Laurence suddenly asked, shooting up from the ground. "How did you know where I was? I didn't tell anyone where I was going."
Elisabeth smirked, a knowing look on her face as she brushed the grass from her jacket. "Arthur told me. He said you should check your locks more often, preferably when it's not one in the morning."
Silence. Laurence sat there, mouth agape before a smile broke out across his face. He fell backward, letting out a loud wheeze as he collapsed on the ground and rolled onto his side, gripping his stomach to keep himself from laughing. Elisabeth shrugged, propping her knees against her chest, the two of them watching the last of the stars fade into the morning sky.
"I'm going to kill that little snitch," he said, more fondness in his tone than he thought he could muster.
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When I Was Whole (And When I Fell Apart)
Teen FictionFor all the raging storms and bright sunshine tumbling within him, he had no talent for pouring feelings to paper, no similes or metaphors for the ever-growing cacophony of emotions swirling inside like a hurricane. Poets were those who could make w...
