this is my first series fan fiction :) I have done fan fictions with my old account but whenever I used my old account wattpad froze up :/ yeah stupid I had like 5 fan fictions and I decided to paste and copy all of them and move them to here but I waned to start writing this series called young love :)
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I live in California basically everyone does it seems. I am nineteen and live with my boyfriend Tristan he just turned twenty two months ago and I just turned nineteen four months ago. my mom hates Tristan because he's a "goody two shoes" and is "boring" and don't mention she said he's ugly and to old for me. my mom never supports me with my choices. but, I love Tristan so much and I know he loves me. my best friend lola lives right across the street from me which is awesome because I go there every weekend and talk about Tristan and other girl stuff. "daniellea!? we have to go to the beach right now." Tristan says making me stop folding my laundry. "Tristan its dani you know that quit trying to piss me off and coming hold on." I actually love my name its just I love dani more. why do we have to go to the beach at 9 at night?
"finally. you are so slow daniell...dani." Tristan says catching his soon to be mistake. "yeah I know I put on some presentable clothes." I snap. "don't get moody it will ruin the whole thing." what 'whole thing?' "what do you mean 'whole thing?' " I ask while packing my purse with some water and my phone. "you will see. don't worry." Tristan says with a small smirk. "okay..." I whisper. sometimes Tristan does this and it turns out to be like a friend get together or just to sit and talk on the beach. I hope its not but hope it is at the same time. by the time we get to the beach there is a tent set up with a lit fire in the front entrance with a giant blanket beside it and the tent is covered with a couple strands of lights. I am confused but happy in some odd way. " erm dani we are going to be spending the night on the beach if that's okay...?" Tristan asks shyly while scratching the back of his neck. "what?! I mean yeah but I have no pjs or food or toiletry or anything for that matter I just have me and my purse Tristan. "that's the thing I have some of your pjs in the trunk of the car and I packed some food and like a billion blankets." what? "what?" I ask I have a tendency of saying exactly what I think. "yeah ive planned this for a couple of weeks actually. its special." Tristan says faintly because hes going back to the car to get the food and blankets and what not. special? me and Tristan have been dating for three years, we met at a tattoo shop I was getting a bird put on my back and so was Tristan so then we got a talking and well then starting a dating. ha. yeah... but how will it be special!? oh god. "dani baby, here are your pjs and a couple blankets go get settled in ill be out here." Tristan says waving me to the fairly large bright lighted tent. "alright." I say while dragging myself to the tent. what its late and im tired. I change into my long green bay packers logo pj bottoms and pull over a gray tank top and a hoodie then wrap myself in a giant tan colored blanket and walk outside and the blanket by the fire has two plates sitting there full of chicken and potatoes and a candle is compacted into the hard sand to make it stand up. "wow." I say as I trot my way over to the man who I loved dearly. " this isn't even part of it dani." he says with a big smile. we start eating and we talk about how he pulled this off and then Tristan pulls a box out of his pajama pants its velvet and has a tiny bow on it. oh. my. lordy. lord. "dani, I love you sooo much I know you deserve ten times better than me but I am willing to try and start a family with you because honestly I feel I can make you the most happiest, loved, beautiful woman in the world.even though you already are I feel you need to hear it every day and I am willing to do that for you so will you..." Tristan says out of breath. I am soooo shocked and happy that im crying. right before he can finish a girl comes running down the sandy hill and stands right in front of Tristan. "babe!? you said you would call me two hours ago!!? who is this skanky bitch? huh Tristan?" this very short girl with red hair snaps at Tristan. I am so confused and hurt even though I don't know if this is true or a joke. "leslie... hey... I told you I would call you later." Tristan says through his teeth obviously scared and surprised. "Tristan who is this?" I ask putting down my food. "oh honey I am tristans wife.. who are you!?" this red head snaps back at me not letting Tristan say anything. "oh...?" is all I could say. "dani..." Tristan begins and I cut him off by saying "don't call me that! you are married to this red headed fucktard that smells like rotten fish!!!!??? why would you purpose to me and even date me if you already are married? how long has this been going on Tristan. seriously I am broken and I need to hear that this is a joke." I yell at both of them. "daniellea. we have been married for two years. I loved leslie before you but when I saw you at that tattoo shop I fell in love and hard. you were so pretty and nice and something that nobody else had even leslie. but I loved leslie also so I decided to play 'date two' type of game but then I purposed to leslie and oh god daniellea im sorry." he says while rubbing his hands together hes probably cold. good he deserves it. how could he...? "how..? what? what made you think that...nevermind im leaving and getting all my stuff and leaving.leaving you. just leaving for good have fun with red headed smelly fish lady." I say while getting up and grabbing my purse and walking off. "its leslie dramatic bitch." leslie yells after me. "oh look I ran out of a fuck to give. by leslie." I say while turning around and start to cry. I forgot Tristan drove me here. shiiittt. ill call lola to come and get me. "hey." I say because if I say anymore I will start crying. "heyyy having fun with your boo?" lola asks and I want to slap her but I know she doesn't know yet. "no. he purposed to me but then a girl came down to us and cussed him out for not calling him and it turns out she was his wife and had been for two years. come get me im a st.monicas beach by the docks." I say and hang up I feel like hearing her sorrow speech in the car then over the phone. why me? I hate my life seriously.
