My mother is a gold digger. And she's very good at finding the richest single men.I would never be like her. Ever.
But why would I stop her?
I'm a seventeen year old whose only need is music, and I wouldn't even have that if it wasn't for all of my dads.
I had eight dads already in my whole life.
AND my real father. He died when I was six. I still miss him, and how my mother was before his death, but I guess I gotta move on.
My mother did. And she just got the richest single guy she ever found.
Daryl Clifford.
Everything was perfect.
Until I found out he had a son.
And that this son was my age.
And that he was the most perfect, funny, rude, terrible, hot, beautiful, sassy, lovely, messy, and, mostly, broken human being that I would ever meet.
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Gotta Get Out
RandomAnd you can cut the tension with a knife in here 'Cause I know what'll happen If we get through this [...] We just gotta get out