Connor pov.
"Parker come here now!" I have to give this girl some rules.
"what do you want Connor?" She came from the kitchen wearing a tight crop top, and sweatpants. She obviously was not wearing a bra as most of my friends stared at her.
"We have rules."
"ok let's hear 'em." She sat on the couch, eating pretzels.
"Rule 1. tell someone where you are going. Rule 2, curfew at 11:30, Rule 5, don't get arrested." Maybe she will listen.
"obviously you have mistaken me for someone who gives a shit."
" what the fuck is your problem?! " I yelled at her
"Fuck. You." She gave us the finger all the way to her room.
" I. Don't. Want. Kids. "
-Parker's pov-
I been here for 3 days. It's pretty boring unpacking and only leaving my room for food. Ricky, Sam, JC and Kian all talked with me a lot more than I did with Connor. They were nice.
I grabbed my spray paint bag and climbed out and down a tree. Time to mark my territory.
**
I am a terrible person.
I am currently slightly drunk, spray paint covered, and in handcuffs. I robbed a 7/11, got cigarettes underage, and broke a window.
I didn't have my Uncle giving pity on me. The police man knew who I was, my Uncle called in. The police man took me to Connor's house, he gave me a ticket and told Connor he was telling my mother. I ended up puking.
When I said I was slightly drunk, I meant wasted.
"You broke every rule."
"What the fuck did you expect?"
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Franta's little rebel
FanfictionThis story is about Abigail Parker Franta. Commonly referred to as Parker. Known as Connor Franta's freak sister. She was a rebel. She would never use that word to describe herself, it's just was people tell her constantly. UNDER MAJOR EDITING
