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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 "chrissy sissy with no missy" ƪ CHAPTER 15
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(🌷) "how long has it been?"
mavis groggily rose her hand over her face, peering at the time on her apple watch. they were both lying on the floor of the closet, their heads resting on the old cushions.
"ten minutes."
chris let out a groan and rolled over, facing mavis. she made sure to keep her head tilted up, to keep from getting a giant double chin while she was lying next to a boy who had the sharpest jawline she's ever seen.
"are you sure you can't call anyone?"
"i already tried," she sighed, her eyes flickering over to his before back up to the dirty ceiling. "my watch has to be within, like, four feet of my phone."
she can feel his eyes crawling over her body and she shifts in her position, her back aching from the hard surface.
"okay, so then let's pass time," chris grins, fully facing her and sitting up on his elbow.
"doing what?" she asked stupidly, turning to face him and resting her head on the cushion again. "hide and seek?"
"tell me about yourself."
"okay, mister cliche high school boy."
he scoffs and nudges her. "seriously. like, what's your favorite color?"
she gasps. "oh, now you're pushing it." chris shakes his head with loud laughter. even though, the joke wasn't funny, mavis found herself shaking with laughter alongside him.
