Crooked

“So how was your day, kid,” Julia asked as she opened the door to her flat. Her stepsister, Savannah, who she shared the flat with, was laid on top of the kitchen table, To Kill A Mockingbird in her hand.

“Eh, it was alright. Niall lent me this,” Savannah said, sitting up and showing her sister. Niall, Savannah's best friend, was a dyed-blond Irishman that Julia was not fond of. He was a jerk and Savannah was too blind to see it.
“Did Zayn drive you home?” Savannah hopped down from the countertop. “It's raining buckets out there.”

Julia nodded, going to the kitchen for food.

“Oh, I forgot, Niall brought home some peanut butter cups, just so you know,” Savannah said. “Don't eat them.”

“Not unless I wanted an allergic reaction and die,” she muttered. Niall knew Julia was allergic to peanuts. The jerk.

Deciding there was nothing, Julia sighed and closed the refrigerator. “Damn, did he eat everything today?” Savannah laughed and shrugged, going to her room.

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