❛ and i sat there waiting for her to snap me back ❜
in which april adds hope from quick add for a laugh and distraction
legacies x hollyoaks text/real life au
cover by @seekerbangtan
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Lizzie stayed over april's, mainly to ensure the brunette wasn't alone when she so desperately needed comfort. after a bite to eat, it turned into a full on sob-fest once april saw a new post from hope on instagram. the post in question revolved around hope showing her compassion for the village of hollyoaks... and her new friend ella richardson.
and so lizzie - the best hopril shipper for miles - decided it was only good to comfort her new bestie.
as lizzie got out of bed, she felt her mouth was dry and her fangs were pointing into the her tongue. she sighed and turned to see april asleep, snoring and a lot happier than she was last night.
which led lizzie to sigh with a nod, and then slink out of the window. she'd be back shortly, she just needed something - or rather someone - to cure her craving.
she vamped into the nearest alleyway, and her prey came quickly. a boy a little younger than april, with a buzz-cut and piercing blue eyes. he was staring at his phone, texting someone.
"hey," lizzie said seductively. she hated how she had to seduce men in order to get a little blood, but it would have to make do considering that hope had not gotten any blood bags just yet.
"hi?" he said curiously, stepping closer to her but keeping his phone in his pocket. typical teenager.
"hi there yourself," she said flirtily, with a wink. if lizzie were honest, he wasn't her type at all. "what's your name? im eli- josette, but everyone calls me josie,"
in moments like these, lizzie was glad she had a twin sister whom of which she could pretend to be. it made her life easier, instead of having to immediately think of a fake name it was just there in her mind. present and perfectly timed.
he half-smirked, a small flick of his lip on his right side, "lucas. lucas hay,"
"hot name," she replied, her american accent drowning through.
"you aren't from 'round here, are ya?"
"no," she said softly, before vamping him into a wall and speaking the words as compulsion, "you won't remember anything after this; you met a hot girl and she gave you a hickey. be proud,"
