*Aliza's POV*
Nate walked in to the room with a smile on his face. "Hey baby. How are you feeling?" he asked. "Fine I guess." I said. "Well guess what!" he asked excitedly like a little girl getting her first bike. "What?" I asked giggling. "Aw, your supposed to guess." he said pretending to be sad. "Oh c'mon! Tell me!" I whined. "No. you wouldn't guess." he said and turned around crossing his arms. "Please?" I asked with puppy dog eyes. "Ugh! Fine!" he said sarcastically. "Your getting out of here today! " "Omg! Are you for real!?" I squealed. "Haha yes I'm for real." he said then kissed me. "Does your shoulder hurt still?" he asked. "A little bit, but not to bad." I told him. "Good." he said smiling. "I love you, baby." "I love you to, Nate." I said. As we were going home I was zoned out thinking about Nate. He was very, very special to me. I actually wouldn't be here or alive, for that matter, if it wasn't for Nate. I love him so freaking much it's like a dream. Nate poked me in the arm which brought me back to reality. "You okay, babe?" he asked. "Yes. I was just thinking, that's all." I said. "What were you thinking?" he asked smiling. I think he knows what I'm thinking he just wants me to say it. "You." I simply replied trying my best not to smile. "Oh, really?" he raised his eyebrows at me but kept his eyes on the road. "Yup." I said smirking. "Hmmm." he said pretending to be thinking really hard, which made me laugh. "Are you thinking about how I'm your hot superhero that saved your life just in time?" he asked trying to look all big and tough. All I could do was laugh. We finally got home, but there was a small, silver car in the driveway and it wasn't Izzy's. Nate got out of the car and walked around to open my door. When we got to the front door a tall man in fancy clothes, he must have come from the city, got out of his car and walked towards us."Are you Nate Brice and Aliza Bekka?" the man asked. "Yes, That's us." Nate said. "Aliza, you realize now that you don't have parents that you will have to go into foster care?"said the man. I felt myself tense up and so did Nate. "She can stay with me." Nate said. "Sir, how old are you?" asked the man. "Seventeen." Nate said sounding annoyed.
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Fairytales Don't Exist
RomanceThis story is about a girl named Aliza Bekka. She was invisible to everyone even her family. She had no friends.She was alone. But one day a new boy named Nate Brice, moved to her school. He didn't seem to mind that she gets bullied or has a horribl...
