An Old Flame Who Found Fame

Chapter 1/10

Poppy Bradley was one of those invisible people, someone who people saw and knew by name, but if you asked them what she was wearing they'd give you a blank stare. She sorta blended in, didn't cause a fuss, wasn't attention seeking or rude or particularly funny, no boyfriend or even many friends at all to be honest. She worked as a realtor, sold houses for a little, family owned business, that was her whole thing I guess, deception. I mean that's what any salesperson does, dresses up something not so nice and deceives others into believing it's true, in some ways Poppy's job was absolutely perfect for her. She was amazingly deceiving, this surprised the very few people who knew, she was an amazing liar and not many people even knew her favourite colour, she was the type of person you knew, but knew nothing about. The only thing that could be deduced from Poppy's less than see through exterior, is that she was quite clearly the type of person with many deep and juicy secrets. No one could've predicted this though...
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Joe Jonas, people knew his face, his name, they knew his birthday, height, place of residence, even creepy things like how many sugars in his tea (it's 2 by the way). His whole life was out there for the world to see, along with his 2 brothers, dating wasn't something he'd thought of in years, dating was tough in the public eye, girls were either gold diggers only interested in fame and money, or they got scared off by the first type of girls, there was no in between. Except.. There was, there used to be.. A girl, nice, pretty, smart, perfect. He'd not given her much thought in recent years but she was always a part of him, she believed in him, didn't use him, she wouldn't be a gold digger, she'd seen him take his first sip of beer before promptly throwing up in her trash can, if that didn't turn her away then nothing would. But then they were over, done, abolished, gone.. He'd let the perfect girl go, she was probably married, 2 kids, little white fence, small town, perfect life for the perfect girl. He could never give her that, he looked up at the sky and wondered if she could see it too, little did he know, a few thousand miles away, the perfect girl who didn't have the perfect life, could see the sky and rolled over in her tiny crappy apartment, her last thought being of sunny afternoons spent under a little sycamore tree, trying to figure out algebra, back when life was much simpler, back when life was perfect...