A Matter Of Time [Mike Posner fanfic]
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  • Reads 479
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 22m
Ongoing, First published Jun 13, 2012
With his career starting to take full speed towards success Mike Posner finds himself having a hard time keeping all the parts of his life from crashing, at one show he meets two girls, and ends up befriending them both. Eventually they both become big parts of his life, one his girlfriend, and the other his personal stylist, but he keeps asking himself... "Did I choose the right one?"

Book 1. My first Fan-fiction attempt, wish me luck.
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.