Living With The Emerson Girls

Living With The Emerson Girls

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Girls. Eight of them. And I got to live with them. No, my parents weren't killed in a car crash. And no, they were not joining the army. The reason that I was going to stay with all these beautiful creatures was because my mother and father had nowhere to leave me during their summer "vacation." Vacation however, for my parents, means traveling the world... while working. Because the basic thing here is, is that my parents, Jessica and Edward Oliver are workaholics. Sure, I've always had nicer, more expensive things than other people, but what good is that when the relationship with my parents consists of one word conversations and nods of the head? And I was okay with that. Why? Because for the next three months, I was going to be surrounded by eight females who were not related to me. ***** This is a brand new story, inspired by Living With The Walker Boys, by knightsrachel. Enjoy :) All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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*Kyra Martin* It was never easy for me to hide my emotions, and that's the cause of all my problems now. I am a writer, or rather, I was. Now I'm just a heartbroken girl with only one published book and several drafts. Ever since that incident, I couldn't find it in my to right anything worth publishing. So, when I get advised to find my inspiration, I take it seriously. I decided that the only way for me to write love is to feel love. But the thing is, I don't want to burden anyone with my feelings. That's why I decided to go searching for a guy that I can fall in love with but he won't be burdened by my love for him. And that's when I found him. *Austin Smith* He is a player, well actually a retired player. He claims to have never fallen in love and will never fall for anyone. He does not believe in it. He is the perfect person for me. To him, the relationship is as fake as possible, but to me, I try my best to convince myself that it isn't. And that's how we got tied up, in this fake-not-fake relationship. ... "So, to be clear, is this a fake relationship?" I asked, furrowing my brows as I always did. "It is for me." he said carelessly, taking a bite of his toast. "But it isn't for me." I retorted. He stared at me, "Then it's simple. We are in a Fake Not- Fake Relationship. Simple."

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