First Person P.O.V.
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After apologizing to Newt the group and I make our way through the hall. I dart my eyes at the milky white walls and the tiled floor. I look through the window and drive my attention to Aris.
Aris pulled his grey, striped hoodie back over his head; that left some of his untamed jungle of brown hair coming through part of the hoodie.
I had my attention appointed at him so long that Minho had to elbow me in my ribcage to get walking again. Once I started to walk I ran straight into Thomas who turned around and tilted his head like a confused puppy.
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
