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(🌷) → mavis santos wasn't the type of pretty that made you stop and stare. she wasn't the type of smart that awed ivy league schools. she wasn't the type of girl that made you want to be around. she wasn't the type of girl that became someone...
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☆*°DAYLIGHT °*☆ ʃ "cooties" ƪ CHAPTER 3
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(🌷) mavis sits next to nick in the courtyard, the two sharing his airpods connected to his phone playing billie eilish. they've gotten close for the past week and mavis finds herself sitting alongside nick with her friend group and madi, who's she's recently befriended too.
"you know what's absolutely crazy?" rosalie sighed suddenly tucking her ankles under her butt. "it took me weeks to become mavis' friend and it only took you a week," she said to nick.
"you chased me around with a hotel transylvania shirt asking me to sign it because you said, and i quote, i am the 'girl vampire who likes a yucky boy'."
"okay but you were the one who ripped off a barbie head."
"she stole my barbie!" mavis protested. "it had moveable knees and elbows. do you know how hard those are to find? so if i couldn't have it, she couldn't."
"that's messed up," nick snickers and mavis hits him in the thigh.
"so nick, you're brothers with chris, right?" rosalie grinned and nick sighed.
"unfortunately."
"what do you mean unfortunately?" rosalie scoffed. "he's gorgeous."
asher rolled his eyes and mavis held back a chuckle.
"he's ugly."
"nicolas, you're identical."
"he just inherited the ugly genes," nick shrugs and mavis shakes her head with a laugh.
