Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small.
When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she se...
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"Maison! I'm so glad you picked up!" Rachel's voice rings through the phone.
I laugh, as I continue to edit the new post I have for my blog today. After my encounter with River earlier, I need some sort of outlet, and blogging was just what I needed.
Apparently God sent Rachel to me at the perfect time, because she had an even better idea.
"You have to come out!" Loud music almost drowns her voice out as she screams at me, and I have to wince and pull the phone away.
"Where?" I ask, plugging my other ear.
"To the Golden Iris!"
I forwn confused. The Golden Iris? What the heck is that-
"I don't k- Rachel, I have no clue what that is." I scream back at her.
A long sigh leaves her lips before a notifiation rings through my phone. I place her on speaker, looking at what was sent my way.
"I shared my location with you! Come on!" She begs.
I zoom in on where she is, and I click on the location.
A night club?! WHA- Absolutely not!
I shake my head, bringing the phone back to my ear.
"You're insane. I... I've never been to a nightclub Rachel." I mutter slightly embarrassed at my confession.
I already feel the familiar brun at the tip of my ears and nose. Her laugh rings out before she speaks up.
"Perfect. No better time than now! You're Twenty two Maison. Live a little!"
Shes not wrong... After the day I've had, I could use a little something to clear my head.
The images of me and River, me on his desk, his hands up my skirt... our lips- his lips...
