aria brooks: america's sweetheart
hunter gray: hollywood's golden boy and notorious player
these two are as different as it gets. or are they?
join aria and hunter on their journey through love, hate and, everything in between.
and maybe, just maybe...
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"Hi douche," Liam, my older brother, greeted.
"Hello man whore," I exclaimed.
"Bitch."
"Pussy."
"Dick."
"And you don't get either," I smirked.
"Is that why Landon Tanner tried to seduce me after sleeping with you?" Liam said cheekily.
"London Taylor," I laughed, "that girl is a walking definition of a one night stand, you can have her if it really makes you feel better."
Liam laughed but walked away into the kitchen.
Since I had just woken up, I walked right behind him, silently hoping he'd make me breakfast.
It wasn't that I couldn't cook. No, my Italian parents wouldn't let that happen.
I was just extremely lazy. Especially since I had woken up at 10 am today and that meant I had gotten four hours less time to sleep than usual.
"Why are you up right now? You usually wake up at 3."
"Table read," I sighed.
Preston was really rubbing off on me.
"Ooh, with the Aria Brooks?" he smirked.
"Does everyone have to add the word "the" before her name?" I sighed once again, I really need to talk to Preston about not sighing around me.
Liam raised his hands in mock surrender but continued speaking, "All I'm saying is, she's single, you're a dude who can't go a week without sex, think of the possibilities."
"How am I related to you," I asked, hypothetically.
"Okay so, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much-" he began.
"I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT MOM AND DAD'S SEX LIFE, SHUT UP NOW. THANK YOU," I yelled.
Liam laughed but walked over to the stove.
"And because of your yelling, I'm making you eggs," he stuck his tongue out at me.
