Dear Thomas

Dear Thomas

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// I wanna make this story like Moonrise Kingdom with a hint of Dear John, but this is just a thought. I'm still writing my Pewbusus fanfiction and won't start this one until the other story is completed. Here's the summary for you guys. Brandon Calvillo's Boy Scout buddies decided to drag him off to see a world famous play called "Into the Woods". On arriving, a beautiful red head immediately caught the eyes of Brandon. Ditching his buddies, Brandon waited until the hallways were clear and quietly crept into the boy's dressing room. There he found the red haired male and the two quickly exchanged P.O addresses. Soon enough the two exchanged letters where they decided to run away with each other. Brandon's buddies and family members don't accept the fact that their son is running away and they do whatever in their power to keep the young lovers apart, even if it kills Brandon mentally.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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