_{*.  leftoverfear.}

_{❝   sick of you?   ❞       she asked,    a scoff instantly following as she shook her head.       ❝   no way.      i’d get sick of foster way before you,      and he’s my best friend,   ❞        she teased her.      spencer was someone she WANTED around;     she wasn’t worried about that.        brows furrowed at the confession,      her head tilting to the side.       ❝    yeah,    i’m gonna need you to elaborate.      you don’t regret coming to a town filled with murder sprees?    ❞        she asked with a small laugh.        ❝    okay,    i know THAT’S true.       hopefully he can get drunk without worrying what a bunch of assholes might do to him    ———     at least he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.       HOPEFULLY.     ❞} 

_{❛    good   ,   because recent track records show that the HOUSE OF HASTINGS isn’t exactly the warmest place to be.   ❜      it felt easier to always joke when it came to her situation   ——-    ,  showing that her family’s cold shoulders didn’t bother her as much as it actually did.   also if she joked about it    ,   then maybe it wouldn’t seem so bad to the others.   despite that it was the norm to come home to DECEIT and permanent scowls.     ❛    i mean.  obviously    ——-    ,   running from serial killers isn’t what i’d call a prime pastime.  but ROSEWOOD wasn’t really a tourist attraction either.  you would’ve hated it.   ❜    more like spencer was the tourist attraction.  it was hard to imagine audrey being content in such a pretentious town.    ❛    luckily i don’t think he has to.  half those assholes already got what was coming to them anyway.   ❜}