Chapter one
† † Marlee's POV † †
"Good God Tyler," I groaned, glaring at her from in the kitchen. "Wake the fuck up," Molly yelled, throwing a pillow at her. It hit the floor, Molly's aim not exactly the best, and Tyler rolled over and glared at us. "How about no?" She muttered, rolling back over. Synchronized, me and Molly groaned at Tyler's stubbornness, then sighed and continued to cook our breakfast.
"Okay, I know that I'm probably the only one, but I am SO excited to be here!" I squeaked, giving a little hop for joy. See, Molly and Tyler have lived in England their whole life, but I moved to go to art school four years ago... I graduated, in case you were wondering.
I met Tyler and Molly within the first year I was here. Tyler went to the same school as me, but for music. Some music and arts stuff I dunno. She's good at playing instruments. Molly never went to college, she decided it was irrelevant. She's still pretty smart though.. School just wasn't her thing. She can sing really well though.
Like, really well. It isn't logically fair.
But besides that, Molly and Tyler were friends for a while before she went to a university, so I just kinda plopped myself into the friendship circle... If that makes any sense. So then the three best friends that anyone could have, or whatever you wish to call it, were born.
After college we all moved into our own apartment, which FYI isn't too huge, but I mean who actually cares.
#YOLO
Not really, smack me next time I say that.
So anyway, now we all live in London. We do what we like and like what we do. I paint, or draw, or sketch or whatever someone pays me to do.
That could be taken the wrong way... Commission. Art Commission.
Tyler plays her music, mostly on a guitar but it's whatever she feels like doing. And then Molly sings at a Starbucks down the road. Or wherever else is like 'Hey gurl you pretty good you should like come sing for our shop ya'.. Or whatever. Tyler usually tags along to play the music she sings to.
They make a good team.
"That's because you're from America," Tyler called from the pulled out couch. "Murica," I nodded in agreement. Molly shook her head with a slight amusement, "Yeah, London isn't a big deal Marlee," She explained to me.
"Well whatever. I'm starving," I groaned, which earned a snort from Molly. "Marlee, when aren't you starving?" She replied with a roll of her eyes. I mimicked her, making an annoyed face. "Whatever, it's food time and when it's food time I expect food," I retorted, turning to face the bacon in the microwave.
Oh, when I said we were 'cooking' breakfast, I meant we were waiting for our foods to get heated up in the microwave.
It happens.
The three beeps from the microwave signaled that my delicious food from the heavens was done, and I gave a little squeak and hop fo joy and I opened the little door and snatched my plate out. I gave a hiss and quickly went and sat down. "Don't touch it," I glared at them, and Molly rolled her eyes, Tyler just groaned and sat up.
"So what's for breakfast?"
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Tearing Seams (One Direction FanFiction)
FanfictionMarlee Gray was a graduate from the school of her dreams, all the way across the ocean in England! How amazing is that? Some mysterious yet obviously cute visitor leaves his phone on the seat at Starbucks, of course she's going to return it. But wha...
