"look at everything; they look so fake. all the well-furnished houses, all the people with smiles plastered unto their faces, all the houses made of plastic, they're just paper. fucking paper. that's why i'm getting out of this paper town filled with paper houses and paper fucking people, evelyn, i'm sick of it," zayn muttered. i just continued staring at the beautiful scenery in front of us.
"yea, zayn, whatever you say," i smiled, turning my head to face him. "i guess sometimes i get sick of this, um, paper town, too."
sTORY INSPIRED BY PAPER TOWNS YAS BICHES BYE
