Ashton lives a run down life, in a run down diner, in a run down city. Every day, this quiet girl sits alone at table 7, orders the French toast, and doodles. She doesn't let Ashton in, and nothing intrigues him more.
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Hello it's Jillian and I have once again have put another fanfic on hold like 8 chapters in and started a new one wOw
the chapters are intended to be short and basically conversations because that's literally how I write anyways so it's no use trying to make myself write differently lol
YOU ARE READING
Table 7 (a.i.)
Fanfiction"So, what will you be having, miss table 7? The French toast again?” © 2014 | asylumftcth
