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"C'mon, just one puff," Calum said as he handed over the joint. She slowly took the piece of paper from his hands and studied it. She twirled it around in her fingers and decided that she had nothing to loose (literally) and put the piece of paper between her lips and took a drag. She tried to quit. She tried so hard. But she was addicted to it. She needed it to feel something, anything at all. Anything but the way she felt after he left her, the way he did.

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Luke Hemmings. The blonde haired, blue eyed hopeless romantic 21 year old boy. He sat on his made queen sized bed, holding his phone in one hand, and a taco in the other. He was on Twitter (like always) while trying to eat the messiest taco he'd ever seen.

He didn't have a care in the world. Everything in his life was going great. Great family, amazing grades. His life was perfect. His family was always on the rich side, never had financial issues. Everything he's ever wanted; he got. He's got amazing friends, Ashton and Michael. They were best friends since forever. Always together.

Ava and Luke were total opposites. He didn't know why he decided that specific night to go onto the roof of his building. Maybe it was because his parents had told him there were to be a full moon that night, or maybe to clear his head. But either way, he was glad he did.
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hey guys

another story I know your all excited.

so this is my first story dealing with this kind of stuff so bare with me hear.

dont know how I got the idea for this book, just came time randomly
hopefully you guys will like this book as much as I do

so let's see how it turns out

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