You hear about tall, dark, mysterious boys in romance novels and movies, never in a small town.
They don't pick girls up at 7:30 to watch a movie, take them to dinner and kiss them on their doorstep; they text them up at 3 A.M when she's at her most vulnerable, lonely.
They send intrusive thoughts.
They have curly brown hair that falls around their face, barely resting on their shoulders and strong jawlines. They smell like cannabis and cologne, and hover over you as they walk you down the street.
Every woman within a mile radius stops and stares because he is gorgeous. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
"Only fools fall for you," I told him as he took a drag off his favorite flavored swisher.
He eyes me from the side, slowly exhaling the smoke. I watch as his tongue slowly peeks out before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Don't call yourself a fool, darling."
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Only Fools
FanfictionPenelope (Nell) is barely getting by after the death of her fiancé. Her best friend, Tara, is desperately trying to get her out of her funk and back to reality. After three years, Nell needs to find love again and Tara's brilliant idea backfires, le...
