To the moon and back

The mother of all trench coats

TRENT (you'll figure out who that is) IS PLAYED BY HARRY LLOYD IN MY FANGIRL MIND ;)
GAWD HE'S GORGEOUS I CANT EVEN...

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"I'm not your little brother" I spat turning on my heel and making a beeline for the stupid ass glass door.

"Andrew, would you calm down?" My father sighed giving me a bored look before turning back to the serpent he had allowed into his home, "tell him what you told me"

The sound of shoes on marble sounded and I felt a gentle arm on my elbow, "Andrew, please. What I did wasn't right and I know it; but that doesn't change~"

"It fucking changes everything!" I boomed yanking my arm away, "you changed everything!"

Without a backwards glance, I threw the front door open and jogged down the porch, wanting nothing more than to get away from this.

Once I got into my car, I sat there for what felt like an eternity and slowly looked back at the house where I could make out two figures standing stock still. Deciding I didn't care, I put my keys into the ignition and gave them, both, the 'eff you' they deserved.

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Harper

"Yeah, no but....shut up Tyler! Shia could NOT take Jamie Dornan in a fight, what are you talking about?"

That was it, I was going to execute Tyler!

Was she really trying to tell me that Shia La-No could take Jamie Dornan in a fight? The idea was so incomprehensible and I was sure that I was losing brain cells just listening to her sad excuse of an argument.

"But, like, in transformers he was super good" Tyler prattled as I rolled over in my bed.

See, the worst thing about fighting with your boyfriend was just that, fighting with your boyfriend. But the best thing? It was definetely telling a friend all about it, where they proceed to tell you that he sucks (which is exactly what you want to hear), before you start talking about completely unrelated matters...like who would win who in an all star celebrity fight.

I sighed and removed the phone from my ear for a second as I heard a quiet thud come from the living room, "OMG it's happening"

See, I liked to think that my apartment was haunted by super stylish ghost women for every time I heard a creak or a thud, something in my decorating scheme would change. Maybe it was the position of a floral pillow that didn't deserve to lay horizontally or an air freshner that wasn't properly concealed.

In the grand scheme of things, these ghost women helped me and I wasn't going to shoo them away for giving me expert advice from the in between.

"Are you listening for your ghosts again?" Tyler shrieked, "I told you you're being crazy! It's your neighbours"

"Oh yeah?" I grunted hoping off my bed and making my way to the living room in hopes of telling Tyler exactly how wrong she was, "I can bet you the ghost women just dewrinkled the new sham that's on the couch"

Tyler laughed out loud at this as I gently closed my bedroom door and crept forward, "You're the only person I know who would find this amusing. If it were me, I would douse the place in holy water, thank you Lord"

I held in my smirk and neared the living room as slowly as my feet would allow...hey, I wasn't going to cross seeing a live ghost in action off the list of possiblity.

"What did I tell you, Tyler?" I breathed noticing the way my new red sham lay perfectly on my couch, "They totally~"

"I need to talk to you"