Ari:
Hi! So, there's a few things you need to know about me and my best friend.....We are kinda, crazy. Not like, dye our hair pink crazy, or, wear two patterns at the same time crazy...but like, go scuba diving without your oxygen tank crazy. And not because you just want to be wacko, but because you totally forgot. Or, going skydiving, but forgetting you parachute. Again, not because you want to do something stupid, but simply because you forgot. I know what your thinking, these girls are just mentally "special" and I totally agree, well, I'm not, but she defiantly is. We met in first grade. She gave me her Oreos, and I liked her immediately because I LOVE Oreos, like words can't express the love I have for them. This is our little tale....Scratch that, this is our BIG tale. 
Alex:
Sooo....You probably just read my best friend's little thingy, well, don't believe any of it. She is the one who is "special" if you know what I mean. I'm the responsible one that keeps her out of trouble, and yes, I was kind enough to give her MY Oreos because I'm just that kind of person....Simple amazing. Annnywho, sometimes we get mistaken for twins.
Ari:
Don't believe that, we don't get mistaken for twins because, ugh. Just read the book already. You'll love it. I know it....
Alex: Better do it soon before she starts crying, trust me, not a pretty sight....
Ari: Shut up Alexandra...
Alex: Shut up...Whatever your real name is...
Ari: *face palms
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ps this was written in 2015 when i was 13 (THIRTEEN) year old.....YIKES
read at your own risk
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only republishing so dearest sister Peyton can laugh xox
You're right, Abby. You did see me. I've been showing up there a lot. Just to catch a glimpse of you. And until yesterday I've had no luck." I brush my hands along the clothes hanging as I walk closer to her. "So I sat there for an hour just to watch you. It was the best hour of therapy I've ever had." I take the nightgown from her hand, debating on whether I should put it on her or throw it to the ground.
"Jackson" She whispers my name like a prayer. I close my eyes and rest my head against hers.
"Say it again, Please."
"Jackson" Her voice still breathy. Letting the garment drop to the floor i hold her hips.
"You're mine Abigail. Do you understand? I'll never be able to let you go."
"Then don't Jax."
Abby's future brother in law assigns his cousin, and head of security Jackson; to be her personal bodyguard. She wants him to be more than that.
Her sister Celeste wants her to find the love of her life-as long as it isn't Jackson.
And all Jackson wants is Abbigail. He knows his criminal past and time in jail doesn't make him good enough for her but he can't keep his mind off of her. Being around her 24/7 doesn't help.
Their relationship blossoms, but someone has been watching them, and is hell bent on ending their little romance. Even if it means kidnapping Abby. Read to find out what happens.
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