i tried everything; i pinched myself, scratched and scrubbed- anything to prove to myself that the tattoo on my wrist wasn't real. the name "lucas" was imprinted on me, with no clue who it was or why it was there.
autumn :)
you didn't happen to wake up with a tattoo on your wrist, did you?
(seen)
i threw my phone at the wall. no way, did me and my bestfriend get tattoos when we were the "goody two shoes" of school.
i stared out of my window into the warm air of mykonos, greece. the sun was setting, meaning i slept all day. i couldn't remember anything, just the spitting image of me and my bestfriend partying the night away, and red solo cups.
a/n: sorry this chapter was short, but it's just the prologue. would you prefer shorter chapters, but more of them or smaller amounts of long chapters?
thanks for reading, if you want to read julia's pov then go to youaremymars and follow her :)
thank you! ~avery <3
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my prince charming
Romance-a story in which two girls and two boys meet at a party, chugging beer out of plastic solo cups, getting as drunk as sailors. while completely out of it, they make a few mistakes and are faced with the painful truth that they may never get in touch...
