Will We Ever Be?

Chapter 1: Problems May Occur

Hello people!

This is my first story, so I'm sorry if its bad. The first few chapter are surely not going to be edited, so I will be fixing up chapters at the end of this book.

Also, I'd really appreciate it if you'd all comment and vote for chapters.

Remember that some of the things that I do mention aren't specifically true, this story is fiction and is not accurate for any of the boys.

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Hi, I'm Jessie Dallas, or as most people call me, Jess. Also, yes I did say Dallas, as in The Cameron Dallas. He's my much too protective older brother.

I'm about 5"6 in height, but I guess you could say that I'm a normal height for a 16 year old teenage girl. I have straight long brown hair, I don't really tend to straighten it much, and have green eyes. Most people compliment my beauty, but I just think of it as an easy pass to not be compared to my brother. Honestly we are complete opposites.

That's all you need to know about me, so let's just start with my story.

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[Jessie's Point of View]

"Jessie, I swear to god! You better wake up before I toss you down the freaking stairs!" my oh so loving brother, Cameron, yelled. Why is it that I can't ever get a good sleep? Why must he do this to me? I'm a good person! Most of the times at least.

"I'm up, I'm up calm your tits!" was my smart remark. I'm known for making those a lot. Okay well maybe their not always smart, but they get the job done.

"I don't have tits I have nibbles," Cameron answers, almost sounding proud. Are we seriously related? Do I have to share the same genes as this male? Did I have to come out of the same vag-

"No seriously, go get ready," he points out, thankfully pulling me away from my strange thoughts. I'm not sure how I ended up like this, my parents are fairly normal. Well at least my dad is, I never got to know my mom that well.

She died a few years back when I was 12 and to say that I remember every little detail of her, would be fairly true. I had a pretty good memory and sure I didn't remember everything, but I did remember my mom as a beautiful and smart woman. My dad likes to say that I'm almost an exact replica of her, but I'd say that she just knew how to raise children well.

I decided to just get out of bed before Cam really does throw me down the stairs. Trust me, I've been there once too many times and it hurts like hell.

"I'll meet you downstairs in the car," Cam adds before walking out the door, nearly scaring me half to death when he slammed it. I walked over into my small bathroom. The walls were a light peach colour with matching sinks and a toilet to match. Basically everything was either peach or pink. Not my idea, blame my dad for thinking I was still 10 years old.

Taking a quick shower, I went over to my closet in hopes of finding a decent outfit for school. I chose blue high top jeans, my favourite black sweater with pink pocadots and black converse to match. Seemed simple enough. I was never one to wear too much make-up, so I simple applied mascara and some Chapstick. I picked up my lime green Janson backpack off the floor and slung it over my shoulder. Sliding down the railing, something Cam had showed me over the summer when we were kids, I was greeted by my dad shaking his head at me. He never approved of my childish ways.

"You're such a child sometimes," he laughs. I roll my eyes, smiling.

"Wouldn't like me any other way," I joke, kissing his cheek. I made it just in time to see Cameron with his arms crossed over his chest. "What?" I ask him confused. I looked around to see if I had misplaced or dropped anything.