Lories POV:
My name is Lorie, I'm 19, not popular, shy, just a random girl. Lately, I have been through a lot. My mom has decided to divorce for the second time, we had to move for the 5th time, my grandparents died, I've been in a lot of fights with my stepmom. Misery never stops here.
I've had a lot of support of Luke, my neighbor since birth (I've never moved with my dad, so that's still the same houseJ lol) and my best friend at the same time. He's such a sweet kid and handsome, tho. Seriously, he has been a really good friend to me, he was my shoulder to cry on, he was just there when I needed him.
Since a couple months, everything's been so awkward between Luke and me. It's just not the same anymore, we barely talk, he acts like he doesn't care about me. I have tried talking to him, but it's like he's avoiding me and I don't know why.
I've seen that he has started smoking and taking drugs. I really really want to talk to him, help him with whatever he's struggling, because he's traveling the wrong road. Maybe I should have spent more time with him and less with my boyfriend, maybe I let him down too much and maybe I'm the one who is responsible for all of this.
I took a post-it and wrote 'Please talk to me! Xoxo Lorie." on it. I folded the post-it and wrote 'Luke' on top of it. I went outside to put this little note into his briefcase that was made in the front door when he suddenly opened it. "What are you doing here?"
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A/N:
Woow! Finally done rewriting, I'm sorry that it took me so long but I wrote this two years ago and there were a lot of mistakes in it, so I needed to fix that first.
Anyways, here it is, my first chapter of my new fanfic. Please let me know what you think, give me feedback, vote if you like it. :) I'm really excited to hear your opinion!
Also, I will update every Sunday and Thursday!
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Fanfiction'As I was fighting for you, I realized I was fighting to be lied to; fighting to be taken for granted; fighting to be disappointed; and fighting to be hurt again... So I started fighting to let go.'