cross my heart, hope to die ; halsanie (second book in the pinky promise series)

irl

(a/n: who's crying over this story bc same)

march 22nd, 6:02pm

"i've been here for five minutes and i already hate it," melanie muttered as doctor frangipane continued giving her a tour.

"i don't like it much either. they put too many labels on people here," doctor frangipane agreed. "it's also too blank. too much white. it's too clean. it doesn't look very homely."

"true," melanie agreed as the two continued walking down a hall. doctor frangipane stopped at the door that led to room 93.

"this our room. yes, you're sharing a room with your doctor. it's weird, but we didn't have any other rooms to put you in. when they finish building the north wing, you'll be there. but for now, you're stuck with me," doctor frangipane said with a laugh before unlocking the door and walking in. melanie looked around the room. it was much more lively than the rest of the building, that's for sure. the walls were covered with many posters, doctor frangipane's bedsheets were neon pink, and she had piles of clothing on the floor.

"well, at least this room isn't completely white, doc," melanie said with a giggle.

"you can call me ashley when we're not in therapy or whatever. i'm not really a formal kind of person."

"alright, ashley."