iMessage Hunter (a Hunter Hayes fanfic)
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It starts with an text. It continues with more texts.
Riley didn't know who was texting her at first until he promised to reveal himself at her sweet 16. She wasn't expecting it to be Hunter.
She didn't know him but was the shy and quiet music loving teen, the boy she'd actually fall for?
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