They Ship It

They Ship It

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"Rose, come on." Rhys begged as I pondered over what he just asked me. "Just one tinsey winsey kiss for our fans. Okay?" For the fans? Oh well. "Fine" I relented as the tape started rolling. Well, the fans ship it. ** Rosaline is an model whose is gaining much popularity on social media, along with her friend, Rhys, who is growing to become a well know singer. Both of them are blowing up the internet and fans ship it! Many fan accounts are being made called 'Roshys', their so called ship name. Rosaline brushes it off like it isn't anything. Rhys? Only if Rosaline knew. Cover done by @sanitygraphics
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