We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
PUNK
  • WpView
    Reads 30
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing20m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 19, 2020
WpInfo
Non-Fiction
I never asked to become famous, a rockstar. I didn't ask for any of this shit. All my life I just barely lived. So fucking high or drunk just to numb it all. We started the band for the hell of it, to have someplace to escape. Shit, and we weren't even that good. People just happened to be there, too drunk to even notice how trash we really were. Life was so simple back then. I never knew dancing drunk and naked on stage would make me famous. And I never knew that meeting you was going to change me so forever.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • My Girl
  • The Streets
  • white ferrari [Billie Eilish]
  • The Secret To New York (Boyxboy)
  • Life is Complicated *BoyxBoy*
  • Her Conscience
  • I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy
  • Midnight Falls
  • Astrid
  • My Secret.
My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines