Manipulative
by Thelonelycinnamonbun
She was considered someone easy. She wasn't very smart, not in the scholar sense. She smoked a cigarette everyday around noon. She always seemed to smell like ashes, and her hair was a disgusting hazelnut colour. This year as she had turned 15, yet had the body of an 18-year old. Who was she?
Penny F itzgerald. The oil.
He was considered hard-to-get. He was intelligent, in honors and #1 in all his classes. He had never touched alcohol or cigarettes in his life. He smelled like vanilla and lavender, while his hair was a frizzy blue. This year, he had turned 15, and looked 18.
Who was he?
Zachary "Gumball" Watterson. The water.
"You do love me right?" she said, slamming glass vases on the floor. She took out her lighter and cigarette, lighting one up and sighing as the smoke filled the room. "I don't. Not your personality, but your body." he said, staring up at the ceiling. "Well, I don't like myself either, but we can both put my body to use." she said. She crawled onto the bed, and put out the cigarette in the ashtray. "Nothing for you tonight." Zach stared at her, and just began to drift into sleep.
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