Boston
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"She said I think I'll go to Boston. I think I'll start a new life. I think I'll start it over where no one knows my name. I'll get out of California. I'm tired of the weather. I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain. Oh yeah and I think I'll go to Boston. I think that I'm just tired. I think I need a new town to leave this all behind. I think I need a sunrise. I'm tired of the sunset. I hear it's nice in the Summer. Some snow would be nice." Boston as made famous by Augustana [Harper was always the girl every guy wanted but none ever succeeded in getting her. Except Vince.] ------ So this was inspired by the song Boston by Augustana. I have always loved this song and it always fills me with emotion. I was trying to think about what made the girl in the song leave California and if going to Boston actually helped her. This is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy
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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)

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