I swear I'm shit at writing brief descriptions of my stories. So here's a somewhat small part of it~~ (...) Oakley wasn't this needy, he had his fair share of boyfriends during college, and always considered himself not needy, to the point that that would be the main reason for an ugly breakup. But couldn't deny he felt somewhat attracted by the raven haired cellist with a fancy foreign name and the almost-too-arrogant ambition to change an old piece. "I mean, I've heard about a famous cellist stopping by our town, and googling it isn't illegal, so" she explained, Ms. Adeline obviously enjoying this conversation, with an half smirk. "Oh, Oakley. I'm so winning the lottery today, look behind, chico!" (...)
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