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Harry didn’t hear when Carter woke up, but when Carter was up Harry was made full aware. “You smoke.”
“Jesus!” Harry jumped, dropping the cigarette from his lips and making sure to pick it up quickly and chuck it out the window. “Maybe.”
“It’s fine,” Carter chuckled, “My sister finds smoking hot anyway. She won’t admit it but she was a little depressed when Ashton quite smoking.”
“Can we not talk about him thanks?”
“Why?” Carter smirked, “Jealous that he got to sleep with my sister for eight years.”
“Eight years?!”
“Yeah the losers did it their freshmen year after homecoming,” Carter gagged, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But –”
“We should probably go and see what my sister is making for breakfast,” Carter sighed, grabbing his jacket.
“You’re kidding?” Harry laughed, “If there’s one thing I know about your sister, it’s that she doesn’t cook.”
“Well then you haven’t eaten her pancakes,” Carter smiled, “Come come lover boy.”
Avalon wasn’t surprised when her door opened and Carter came bounding in, Harry following skeptically behind him. “Good morning sister! Are my pancakes ready yet?” he asked, hoping up at the kitchen bar.
“You’re so needy,” Avalon chuckled, flipping one of her pancakes on the skillet.
“Is that my skillet?” Harry asked, scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh yeah I took it a couple nights ago,” Avalon nodded, “Sorry. Can I borrow it?”
Harry rolled his eyes, “Obviously.”
“Did you know Harry smokes?” Carter asked, rummaging through Avalon’s fridge for syrup, preserves and butter.
“Yeah,” Avalon nodded. And it’s hot.
“You think it’s hot?” Carter asked, raising an eyebrow.
Avalon shrugged, “You know how I feel about smoking.”
“So you think it’s hot,” Carter chuckled.
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° sky high ° h.s. {a.u.}
Fanfiction° book two ° it may be love at first sight. but that might not be enough. so let's turn things up a notch and see who caves first.
