✧𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬✧
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫"
𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊!! 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: July 11
Powers, weaknesses, and strengths. It's a love story, but this isn't a fairytale.
Violet...
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Violet ~ ~ ~
I wake up with a groan, regaining my senses.
I stretch out, my eyes still closed. I open them when I realize my left arm is laying on a weird surface.
"Get your arm off me," Noah mutters, still half asleep.
I groan again, moving my arm off of him. A headache starts approaching, and I let out a wince.
"What time is it?" I mumble sleepily, looking around for a clock.
Noah mumbles something under his breath. I pick up my phone on the nightstand, and I nearly gasp when I see that it's 11:30am.
"Shit, Noah. We got to get up," I sit up, shaking him gently.
I just now realize how messy his room is. There's food and chips everywhere, and blankets all over the place. My skincare is on the floor in a pile.
He opens his eyes half way, looking up at me. He lets out a little laugh when he sees me.
"What?" I glare at him.
"Your hair is all over and your makeup is all over," he laughs to himself.
I roll my eyes. "Well, get up. It's 11:30 and we have to be there at one."
He groans, shaking his head as he flips over. I sigh at his stubbornness and get up myself, looking at myself in the full body mirror.
I look like a wreck. Maybe a zombie even.
Worse than a zombie, actually.
I pick up a hairbrush randomly laying on the floor and manage to brush through the rat's nest. It takes me ten minutes, and by the time I'm done, Noah is sitting up on the bed.
"You should do some French braids like you always do. I'm sure Reed will love that," he laughs at himself.
I glare at him through the mirror. "Fine. But I'm not doing it for Reed."
"Why not? You know, you can use it to your advantage. I'd bet he'd get on his knees at the sight of you, that's how in love he is."
"You know he's not actually in love with me, Noah," I say, braiding my hair. "No way in hell would a man like him get on his knees."
"I know, I'm trying to thicken the plot."
I roll my eyes once again and eventually finish my second braid. I admire them for a second in the mirror, but my smile fades a little. Once insecurity I've always had is my protruding ears, but I try to not let them get to me. I can mostly hide them with my side strands.
