I know I usually do a/n's at the end, but just a heads up, the following chapters aren't chapters, I was just writing random lyrics so it looks like I've written more to get more views, so skip them
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(Aurelia's pov)
Rolling down the window, he lifted his shades; revealing the pools of steely grey beneath. He pulled his lips into his familiar smirk, the smirk I hadn't seen for weeks. He ran his hands through his messy brown hair, and scanned me up and down; taking me in.
I probably looked a mess. I was a mess. My hair was in a simple messy-bun and I was wearing an old tee over my shorts; and my favourite pair of sneakers. His eyes lingered on my legs, and I don't blame him. They were covered in Paw Patrol and Peppa Pig plasters. We ran out of mine, so I resorted to using Jamie's and Ella's. I wore them to cover my scabs, to stop me from picking them.
Yeah, I pick my scabs.
Sue me.
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(Alec's pov)
She looked like a mess. A hot mess. With her brown hair pulled up into a bun; shining in the sun, and the sun rays made her eyes resemble a pool of honey. She wore an oversized tee, but the navy denim of jean shorts peeked through. Her long, smooth legs were on display, I couldn't help but stare. My smirk grew as I noticed her slender legs were littered with Paw Patrol and Peppa Pig plasters, but it faltered.
I did that.
If I wasn't so stupid and actually caught her, she wouldn't have any blemishes on her perfect body. I looked back at her pretty face, and my famous smirk was brought back.
She was sitting by an apple tree a couple blocks away from her house, she most likely gave up on reaching her destination wherever she was going.
My Aurelia wasn't the athletic type.
"You need a ride?"
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Hmm I don't know how to feel about this chapter. Someone tell me, is he too possessive when he says 'my Aurelia wasn't the athletic type'? because I don't know LOL
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The Girl in Yellow
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