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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 "oh, oh, oreo!" ƪ CHAPTER 9
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(🌷) "we're here, bitches!" mavis shouts gleefully as the car pulls into the driveway of the beach house. it was gorgeous and beautifully modern and beachy at the same time. she puts the car in park as the car rolls to a stop in front of the house and she swings her door open, whooping.
"this is a nice place," chris whistles as he studies the wrap around porch and white windows in the front of the house.
mavis pulls open the car door behind hers and nick topples out, catching himself before hitting the ground. he groggily groans after being rudely awaken when he was leaning on the car door.
"fuck you," he mumbles.
"love you too."
"woah, rose, your dad's friend is rich."
the space in between the other houses were far apart, giving them privacy from the snotty neighbors. and their own beach.
"god, i wish i was rich," zach sighs, cracking his back as he stretches.
"what are you going to spend it on," she scoffs. "weed?"
"i quit last year."
"yet, you still act like you're high."
"oh my god, this house is so pretty," faith awes. "i want to live here."
"oh my god," zach squeals, mocking faith. the two look at each other for a few moments before faith reaches up and smack him upside the head. "OW!"
