I'm Accidentally in Love (Fireafy)

I'm Accidentally in Love (Fireafy)

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Here's a Love Story and if you want more stuff, then Call Me Maybe. I Swear this story is going to be pretty good just like the Shape of You. I'll make this Whenever, Wherever and you'll be quite Amazed with this story and there's probably going to be a few Photograph of things happening, this story is going to be Perfect. I need to stop with these song references, I just made 8 references like damn, wait change that, it's 9 with the title of this story but also technically 10 because there's two songs called Photograph. The characters are in high school and there's some random audition for some random love story and why? Because we need this story to be as cliché as possible. Firey wants to join 'cause he's got nothing better to do but then he finds out Leafy is also trying to audition and with the fact they encounter each other in a game, both are now Accidentally in Love. Is that cliché? Humanized If this story was a movie, it would be rated PG-13, why? Mild swears (damn, crap) and mild romantic themes (Kissing and maybe some make out, who knows?) These ar
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Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard). Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends. Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message. They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously. But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted. He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it. SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't. Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided, and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored. Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit. A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't. Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum. ___________// ⚠ gentle heads-up! This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language. Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡ (Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!) 🧵🎸 just a tiny disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻

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