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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 "clingy" ƪ CHAPTER 24
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(🌷) "do we have to go?" chris whines for the hundredth time that evening. nick rolls his eyes in annoyance as chris slumps over mavis who's sitting on the counter, finishing up her mascara.
"chris, we're all going as a group, it's going to be fun," mavis reasons with him, half-convincing herself too. "besides, we don't have anything else to do either."
"yes, we do," he argued with the similarity of a child. "we can stay here." chris' arms wrap tighter around her waist and mavis mouths 'help' to nick. the boy just smirks and waltzes out of the bathroom, leaving the two.
mavis had come over to the sturniolo household before the party so they could leave together and if they came back late, mavis would just stay here.
but as of now, it looks like they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
chris' hands found the sides of her waist and mavis allowed herself to twist around, facing chris with her legs swinging off the counter. he leans forward, hands on either side of her thighs and heat pools in mavis' stomach as the boy gets closer.
"i want to stay here with you," chris spoke under his breath, his whiny tone gone.
"what would we do, chris?" she giggles softly. "make out the entire time?"
"i wouldn't mind," he shrugs, eyes casually drifting down to her lips.
mavis cocks an eyebrow. "chris, come on, it's a social event. we should go."
