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*Aurora's POV*
I changed into some better clothes- after shooing Zayn out of my room- and made my way outside.
"Mom, I'm going out!" I yelled through the house, "Don't worry! I'll be back by nine."
"Okay, sweetheart!" She replied. I looked to Zayn with my eyebrows raised.
"So, where are we going, my good sir?" I asked in my best posh accent, latching our arms together.
"Madam, do you like pizza?" He answered with a question. He didn't even have to fake an accent- he's British.
"It's only the best food in the world."
We continued to stroll casually, taking our time. For the first time in forever, I actually felt stress-free.
-----10 Minutes later even though it's a little bit of time-----
"Tea or coffee?" He asked.
"Mmmm.....tea." I answered truthfully, "Coffee makes me a bit crazy."
"Crazier than usual?" He laughed, throwing his head backwards a little.
I punched his arm as hard as I could, but he didn't budge. I'm not crazy...I know that.
"Ham or turkey?"
We were now approaching the pizza place.
"Turkey forever!" He shouted in an Irish accent, making people look at us with weird expressions. I'm kind of accustomed to it though.
"Nawh. I disagree. Ham is way better." We went inside, "Turkey is a bit dry and bland."
We made an order for one large all American pizza and to glasses of Coca-Cola.
Zayn paid- even though I insisted that I should at least help with the bill- and we sat at the back in a corner.
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THE BABYSITTER'S A VAMPIRE- ZM. ON HOLD.
FanfictionMy name is Aurora Evans. I'm seventeen years old, and my mom thinks I need a babysitter. All my life, I thought that vampires, werewolves, and fairies were fake. A pigment of someone's imagination. Well, guess what. They're real, and it just so happ...
