"Don't cry, I know you're trying your hardest." My name is Mandy Porter. I knew from the moment I met Jacob that him and Layla wouldn't last. He was too nice, too happy. He was full of life in a way that Layla has never been, not even as a child. I've known Layla for 12 years, and I believe that I know her better than she does. With matching green eyes, sneaky smiles, and rebellious personalities, Layla and I were best friends since day one. As we got older, Layla chose to express her uniqueness with her bizarre music taste and grunge clothing, while I expressed mine with my orange hair and piercings. She never had tolerance for anyone she considered "too nice." Teachers, kids, adults, anyone. Layla wasn't mean, but bitter. She realized all of the bad parts of the world far before most kids, and became irritated with ignorant people with overly excitable personalities. When I was introduced to scrawny, smiley Jacob, I knew Layla was in for quite the love story, and boy was I right.
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Miserable at Best {a Jacob Whitesides fanfiction}
RomanceThe sun and the moon are opposites, and no matter how fascinating or exciting it might sound for them to stand side by side, able to admire each other and ignore their differences, the sun and the moon were never supposed to collide. They were suppo...
