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I felt some sort of longing for that boy. The boy with the incapable need to disappoint yet feared rejection so strongly, it put the surrounding people in danger. Yet I was still drawn to him and the influence he held on my life.

When the fans start false rumours that Brad Simpson is dating fellow band member, Tristan Evans, management steps in to save the bands reputation. What happens when they hire Vienna to 'date' Brad?

Where he needs help and his hero is a stranger

He was pretty and he loved it. He loved the feeling of women's clothes. He loved the stroke of a brand new mascara against his long, beautiful eyelashes that his sparkling eyes shimmered beneath. I felt myself falling more everyday. And I loved that.

No one knows. And that's what I love. There's no simplicity that makes it boring. Our love is esoteric, only we know.

"I know I'm a bad influence, But now so are you."

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Brad: i miss you daddy ;)

'Hi. I'm Tristan.' He held his large hand out for me to shake. 'Avery.' I replied and shook it. He leant against the side of the building, puffing smoke out of his mouth. 'So, what's a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?' 'I'm running away.' He cocked his eyebrow. 'Oh really? What from?' 'Everything.'

enamoured  (ɪnˈæməd) or enamored adj in love; captivate, charmed.