The way that you do (Ross Lynch fanfic)
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  • Parts 7
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  • Reads 6,450
  • Votes 80
  • Parts 7
  • Time 22m
Complete, First published Aug 25, 2012
The story is about a 15 year old girl, named Lucy Smith, that just moved to LA with her mom and her adoptive brother. She's just like every other girl in the world, except she has horrible stagefright. She loves Austin & Ally, just because she thinks she has a lot in common with Ally Dawson. She loves to sing, play piano and write songs, but she never perform them to anyone, not even her family. When she gets to know that the Lynches live in the house right beside her, everything changes...
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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.