Colors of Paris
by Hannah Weatherford (illegallydirksen)
Copyright © Hannah Weatherford 2018
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I always wanted to know the colors of Paris. All the lights shinning and gleaming off a tint of lilac. But he was the red to my blue. He was my only Paris.
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Madtelyn Harper was a great socialist and a great girl to any person that respected her. She was liked by most people. She wouldn't drink, smoke, or anything of involving party. That is until she met him. Then she changed and suddenly everyone's girl girl wasn't necessarily that.
Elijah Stevenson was the sole meaning of bad boy. He was the terrible guy who would ditch school to live life to its fullest and never have regrets. He would meet more people a day than what a person might see in a whole week. Then he meets one girl and that's all he could ever want.
But what happens when their colors fade away and Eli doesn't want to see her again?
After all the longing and all the agony they may never last. Indeed people think things happen for a reason.
Is he the right red to her blue or is he just another gruesome color of the rainbow?
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THE LEAD CHARACTERS ARE CRAZY AND YOU WILL NOT THINK THEY ARE SMART IN ANY WAY!!!
But if you can't handle how the characters are and how they behave, you can stop reading!! It's simple as that. I hope I made it clear
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This book contains adult themes, violence, and drug use. It's intended for mature audiences only and I in NO way support or condone any of the behavior written in this book! Read at your own risk!
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The following small scene is not the first chapter by any means but just a forshadow of the story. This will give you a glimpse on the future. ENJOY!
"Don't look down, " Eli tells me as the height from our feet to the ground was a rough and uneasy thought to process.
"I'm trying not to but thanks for the advice Butch," I proclaim as I keep my eyes closed and my arms extended past my body.
'Well just think about it if you fall I am falling with you, " Elijah has his hands on my waist and it makes me want to suck in my already flat stomach even tighter.
Then I open my eyes and look at the horizon. The maroons of the sunrise glow off of the violets. The violets suddenly disappear. To go along with it, so does my fears and worries.
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I didn't see a fanfic with him soley and tbh I see him having such a bad boy vibe to him. But then he still has that puppy dog and soft touch to the bad side. We must protect him at all costs.
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Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson
Fanfiction"Lets run away together." "This isn't four years ago Stevenson fuck off," I shove him away and bite my lip. Four years and I still call him my Paris. Copyright © Hannah Weatherford™ 2018 All rights reserved.
