L♥ve Sick Alpha /R.W.Florence
Elina Lockwood, not like anyone you met before , graduated Medical School with her yellow sponge bob robe since she 'accidently' burnt hers with a hair straightener .She is finally leaving her university to look for a n...
She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.
Christopher Poindexter
Zander's pov
I'm currently standing outside Elina's apartment. I was about to knock, but I already found the door wide opened.I guess she has an open door policy.
There she was dancing and singing to a 70's song on the radio enjoying the moment even though she's alone by herself. I think it was an Eagle's song.
<<A.N:it's hotel California /Eagles>>
Mirrors on the ceiling. The pink champagne on ice.
And she said "we all are prisoners here, of our own device" .
and in the malters chambers. They gathered for the feast.
They stab it with their steely knives, but they stay just can't kill the beast.
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When she started air guitaring I couldn't keep it any more.
I crackled up and started laughing. She directly darted 6 feet into the air screaming.The look on her face was utterly hilarious.
"Holy shit on toast! Don't you knock?".She cursed. I shrugged continuing my laughter session . When was the last time I laughed this much I wondered to myself .
"You sure did hit All the right notes" I complimented refering to her voice after regaining my ability to talk.She wasn't even trying and she sounded amazing.
"Yeah I'm a super star can't you tell" she said flipping her hair trying her best to act up to the role.
"Really now?" I asked amused.
"Only in the shower" she mumbled. I'll keep that in mind for later.
She was going to carry her suitcase, but I stopped her.
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