[Read Book one (I Chose You) first before Book two, it might spoil you ;)] I don't really believe in fairy tales. Where prince charming and Cinderella already got their happy ending just because of a glass slipper. Where you can wake someone up in a coma just because of a true love's kiss. Where poison apples grow on trees. Where a magic carpet lives. This is reality. You can't run in glass slippers it'll break. Comatose patients doesn't wake up because of kisses. You can't grow a poison apple, it'll rot before you can even take a bite. Carpets don't live! They're... carpets! You can only make your own fairy tale with a paper and a pen. But what if it can all happen? That you can really run in glass slippers, bring someone back to life with just a kiss, Grow poison apples, ride magic carpets? Can it also be possible for Greyson Chance to like me not just in my stories, but also in real life?