Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

COMPLETED// The title may make you think this is a dumb story...but that's just cuz I didn't know what to call it so I titled the document idk yet and it stuck. All of a sudden daniel walks towards us and pulls me away from jack before sitting right in between us. "No" he looks at me "No" he looks at Jack "No" i look at tori who is watching corbyn play "Yes" daniel says and i laugh "You act like you even have a chance" i say "Ooooo are we talking about daniel's crush on tori?" Jack says "You should ask her out" "No no he shouldn't" i say "Why not. It's like me asking you out what's wrong with that" jack shrugs "Cause I'm your friend and she's my sister!" Daniel says "SHE'S MY FRIEND AND YOUR MY BROTHER" i use his logic against him "But you're a younger than me" he says "By 20 minutes" jack says