Summer (5SOS/1D)

Summer (5SOS/1D)

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"So, what's your name?" Ashton asked, after explaining the situation to Calum, Luke, and Michael. The girl laughed. She laughed loud an obnoxiously in their faces. Her hair was blonde with natural highlights and her eyes were blue like the ocean. Her skin had a sense of tan to it, freckles dotting her nose an checks. Her clothing fit the season perfectly. She looked, in a sense, like "Summer." The girl giggled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "My name is Summer, and frankly, I can last more than five seconds." *This was my idea. I came up with this. Anyone else can go screw themselves as this is mine. MINE. Mine. M-I-N-E. If you steal it imma steal your girl (well, boy seeing as the majority of us are girls)* *This is not a sexual fanfiction. There will not be extremely detailed sex every single chapter because that drives me insane. Thank you and have a nice day.*
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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.

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