"Let me go! Both of y'all get the FUCK out my house!"
"Nobody is going anywhere until we get this shit settled."
"Ok. Stay right here then."
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Denise Smith is a hard working entrepreneur woman that has made a name for herself in the food industry. Being named the second youngest person on the Forbes list only proves and shows her determination in what she does. But like any other person, she has a past that she tries to hide by throwing herself into her work.
Christopher Brown, or as the world knows him as Chris Brown, is one the most famous R&B artist there is to date. He is called the Micheal Jackson of this generation because of the great things he does with just music along. With his past life being broadcast for everyone to see, he has learned to just keep his calm and stay focused on the things that really matter in his life.
What happens when these two meet for a spare of the moment? Will they be able to become friends after such an intimate moment? Will they fit in each other lives or will their past get in the way?
Morgan Hall is your average teenager. That is if you consider having a billionaire CEO of a world renowned company as a dad and a fashion designer of one of the most famous lines in the world as a mother average. Let's not leave out her singer/actress of a sister who's taking the world by storm. Morgan was no doubt born with a giant silver spoon in her mouth, but her life isn't always as perfect as it seems.
Aaron Smith, quiet and reserved, admired my many for his good looks. He doesn't seem to associate himself with many people. Which is why it's so strange when he finds himself becoming friends with the rich, little, daddy's girl...at least that's what he thinks of her.
Fate and chance are at work when they cross paths one afternoon on a bus. Throw in crazy lives and secret identities, and you get one hell of a ride on the road to self discovery. What Morgan doesn't know is that one stubborn move could land her a new friend, and possibly even more.
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"It's amazing...magical even, how hearing one song can take you back to a single moment or a series of them, just so you can live it all over again," he said. "I think that's the best part about music. It's like time travel you know? Going back to the past, or sometimes even visualizing the future...what we could be."
"What about the sad moments?" I asked softly. "Nobody wants to re-live those."
"Maybe not, but that's the entirety of it," he answered, raising his hand to brush away the hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear. "There's always good in the bad, and bad in the good. Balance."
His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shock waves through me.
"Can I tell you something?" I asked softly.
The corner of his lips curved upwards in a small smile. "You can tell me anything."