He loves me, he loves me not

Authors Note

Dear Reader.

I have been forced by my one and only fan, Olivia Dallas Horan, to continue this horrendous attempt at a story. Because of her commitment to this gravely boring book I have decided to continue this confusing piece of writing for her sake, because I am not Peter van Houten and I actually care about my slightly crazy readers, or shall I say reader, I am not going to make the narrator of the story die mid-sentence (though I would like too).

So I shall continue this epic love square... and try my best to intrigue you and keep you reading my pathetic junk for as long as I possibly can.

And with this I bid you good day.

Thanks for reading and I promise... an even stupider adventure between Kimberly Payne and Edward Sheeran is sure to follow in my next trash heap of words that shouldn't even be available to anybody, anywhere. Peace out and read John Green books.

With Love

Tammy