Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
Okay I don't remember if I like this chapter or not, however... I hope you'll like it and also I need to rant about my day so you better fucking deal with it. Respectfully. So first my parents aren't home today (yas queen) and I got up at a quarter past nine and then preheated myself food from yesterday. Remember that I am the most horrible cook and can't do shit, but whatever. Next I had to walk to the ice cream shop where I live, to meet up with my dance group because we agreed to go eat ice cream sort of as a diploma but not really a diploma. Well then while walking home I went to the graveyard and checked on my grandparents because I love them. When I went home (also proud of myself for spending so much time in nature and not my room lmao) I had to bake a cake because mom asked me to and yes I know I said I was horrible at cooking and shit, but you can not believe how damn proud I am of that cake omg. Anyways I had the time of life with music and all, I have never been so happy before. Alright, I will keep writing They Meet Again now and I hope you like this chapter. Smexy bitchesss
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Violet Rose:
I feel so guilty.
Mom and dad have been treating me like a princess but they don't know that the Logan Reat isn't actually my boyfriend. And to top that Brie has been ignoring me since last week.
I didn't talk to him at all at the dinner. It would have been to awkward, only looking at him made me extremely nervous. He seemed down as well, I don't know what happened but every time he looked at me his eyes saddened.
I sigh playing with the flowers he actually got me. I never asked him but who else would apologize for being rude to me?
I don't socialize.
"Violet!!" mom walks in all excited and I smile at her. I don't feel like smiling.
She sits down next to me. I must say my mom is beautiful. She has short wavy brown hair and Harry Potter glasses as I like to call them. Speaking of it I would really like to see Harry again, he always knows how to make laugh.
For an 48 year old woman she also has a great sense for fashion. She talks business but I know for a fact that her overall that's smeared with paint is her favorite. She's a true artist.
"We thought because you made us so proud with your new boyfriend." she teases as my smile slightly drops. I shouldn't lie to her but I have to make her proud.
"Why don't you invite him over tomorrow for some coffee and we can finally meet him?" she bites her lips excitedly. My eyes widen as I choke out a laugh.
"Y-yeah sure.." I stumble on my words and mom just hugs me before walking out. Shit.
It's fine, everything's fine.
I just have to make the guy that hates me be my boyfriend. My fake boyfriend of course.
Well I better get going then, tomorrow isn't that far away after all. He's gonna hate me even more but whatever.
