𝜗𝜚˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with a particular green eyed rich boy, overbearing parents taunting her all the way from malibu, an ex who refuses to leave her alone, a chaotic best friend and a pair of t...
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chapter fifty ━hope for the hopeless season eight, episode twelve
❝i'm beginning to think this is a trick coin. ❞
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"I don't see what was wrong with that house. I liked it." Jackson Avery remarked as he held the front door open for his girlfriend, who looked at him as if he had just said the most offensive confession in the entire history of the world.
Aliya Levine did not know what to say.
She paused by the open door, her head slowly turning towards him as her jaw dropped, gawking as she processed his wise words of wisdom.
"You—" The brunette stuttered across her words, her hands frantically moving about in circular motions as she tried to put whatever she was thinking into coherent thoughts.
"Oh," Jackson clicked his tongue, not even attempting to stick one foot into the house seeing as she was currently stuck, motionless, on the porch. And, it was probably for the best that he didn't enter the house. "Here it comes."
Her jaw line twitched, her hazel eyes squinting at him as she processed his previous statement of the mediocre value of the house they had just looked at. "How! What!"
Trying his best to suppress a smirk, Jackson continued. "I just think that—"
"No!" Aliya shut him down with the wave of a hand. "Dare I mention the gargoyle on the front lawn!"
Jackson crossed his arms at the mention of the seven foot stone sculpture that stood towering over the couple as they turned up to view the house this morning. Something that was most definitely conveniently left out of the listening. "I don't think the house comes with the gargoyle."
"Yeah, well, it may not come with the house, put every time I pull up onto the drive, which will be everyday multiple times I day may I add—" Aliya didn't even take a breath, and Jackson blinked his lashes at her as she stormed on with her rant with unsolicited passion. "I'll think woah, gargoyle."
Jackson snorted at that, even though he was really trying his best not to crack.
"Brushing my teeth in the en-suite I'd been thinking, 'huh this is where Hilarie and Frank had that cherub shaped toothbrush holder'." Aliya really wished she was joking, but it seemed two ninety three year olds really felt a thrill about collecting cherub memorabilia. "When I wake up in the morning, I'll see the dark wood furniture set in my minds-eye and Jackson, don't you even try to convince me that the door fell off its hinges because they were extremely old doors, that house is haunted!"
