Historias de Futurenostalgia

alright question time: what do you think are the type of things a high-school-teenage-girl-who-just-got-off-school-in-the-crazy-year-2020 would think about during the holidays?...alone on a computer in her bedroom? now that was probably a very long and confusing question for you so I'll just tell you the answer. This book is most likely the answer but actually that doesn't make sense...THE MORE SENSIBLE answer is actually INSANITY, a LOT of ranting about music, and heaaaps of tangents that lead to no where. Bet you weren't expecting that answer!...cause if you were,...wow umm I don't know what to say...congrats? Oh and by the way, this book I am talking about has a couple random psychology lessons, LOTS OF THINGS WRITTEN IN CAPS LO-ck of sorry I forgot that was on (ha lol I didn't IT WAS A JOKE HA FUNNY...why do I try lol), and baaasically the wEiRdEst s*%^ you can think of! oh and another thing, I'm not gonna be swearing so sure, you can make your 5-year-old child/brother/sister/whoever-the-heck-you-find-child read this book and they won't be upset...maybe. Actually...they probably will; I would now strongly take that back as it may ruin their mental health for their childhood. Or entire life. [ALRIGHT turns out the longer version of this description was actually too long lol so read the 'notice' to continue ;) that's so ironic why this is too long!...and you'll see XD]

You go to Dua's concert at the O2 in London on the 2nd May. She keeps making eye contact with you, though that could just be your imagination. You've been a die hard fan since 2017. While waiting for a cab you turn around after a familiar giggle catches your attention, to your surprise it's Dua, with her sister and security guard. Your jaw drops in disbelief, your internally screaming, too scared to talk to her. The Dua Lipa is actually standing next to me? No, I must be hallucinating. (Love Dua's song hallucinate 😍) She has the most gorgeous, silky hair. She's perfect. A car pulls up, quite obviously not a taxi, Dua starts walking towards it, she gets caught up in conversation and accidentally bumps into you, dropping your small bag of merch on the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She says in her adorable voice, picking up the items that were scattered on the floor. As she looks up you make eye contact again. "I know this may sound weird, but were standing the right of the stage, like right next to the stage?" Dua asks. "Oh, um, yeah." I say with an awkward smile letting a giggle pass as I answer her. "I'm in quite a rush, so could you give me your number? I'd love to talk more!" Dua questions. "Oh, sure" I say. Dua passes me her phone and I key in my number, "What should I save it as?" I ask, looking up at Dua once again. "Maybe your name?.." Dua half asks, giggling. "Oh okay!" I reply typing my name and handing her phone back. "Nice to meet you!" She says running to the car, now starting a conversation with Rina. "Bye!" I reply, gosh why didn't I say anything better, she probably thinks I'm really rude now.

dua and megan start out as friends, keep reading for more drama and to find out more about their feelings and sexualities.

it all starts after teenage dua cusses y/n off for going to private school. they've both had feeling for each other since then.

duas preferences <3 MATURE AUDIENCE!!!!

Throughout my life, I've gone through unimaginable emotional pain. My step mom leaving was the last straw. I had two options: wallow in self pity, or make something of my life. This is life through the eyes of someone who has nothing left to loose.