Lydia had been thirsty, so, like any sensible person she and gone downstairs to get herself a glass of water, but had decided to fill up her water bottle instead, for the conveniency.
She grabbed the pink bottle from one of the many cupboards and unscrewed the lid, then set the two parts on the counter and got the water jug from the fridge to fill up the bottle.
Once finished she screwed the lid back on tightly. Then she made he way back upstairs to her room, and felt a light breeze when she made it around the corner from her room. She walked cautiously into the room, and almost dropped the pink water bottle when she saw a girl with dark brown curls and an all too familiar dress closing her gallery door.
"Alli?"
"Hey, Lyds, something weird is up with my apartment and I was hoping I could crash here tonight?" Allison asked ever so casually.
"Alli?" She said again, out of pure disbelief to the fact that her best friend is standing right in front of her.
"Yeah? What's wrong?" Allison cocked her head to the side in confusion.
"Just a little confused is all." Lydia shakes her head.
"Lydia, you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?"
"I know that I can, Alli. That's what's scaring me. I can, but I shouldn't be able to. You are dead. You died last year."
"I didn't die, and I'm not dead. I'm right here, alive and standing in your room, right in front of you."
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Amaranth ⚢ Allydia
Fanfiction"Lydia, you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?" "I know that Alli. That is what's scaring me. I can, but I shouldn't be able to. You are dead. You died last year." In which Allison Argent mysteriously appears out of nowhere after be...
