Not perfect but kinda, almost
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  • Parts 11
  • Reads 1,084
  • Votes 49
  • Parts 11
Ongoing, First published Mar 17, 2015
Amanda Miller, a seventeen year old girl living her perfectly structured life in sunny California. Perfect is almost an understatement, everything that has a place in her life is merely perfect, her friends, her family, her grades and of course her admirable gorgeous boyfriend. And that's how she want it to be, 'perfect'. Unfortunately a terrible accident turn her life upside down.

Hunter Collins, a seventeen year old hard core rule breaker with a ton of rude comments in store is the exact opposite, he has never in his entire life experienced perfection, since his life were nothing more than a complete jumble of broken promises. And he didn't bother either, until he one day sees a girl from across the street staring at him. It was the first time he saw perfection. And after that he was determined to have some more of her perfection in his life.

 Luckily for him, this girl happens to be Amanda, but unfortunately for her, his presence just make things complicated. If their encounter was something marvelous or insignificant is still to be figured out, but one thing that's for sure is that this duo is imperfectly perfect for each other. 


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Jag heter Sam och ja jag är en tjej. Jag är ny inflyttad i denna stad. Första dagen i skolan mötte jag en kille som tydligen alla tjejer dreglade efter. Jag och han tvingades träffas i två veckor efter skolan. Som om inte det var nog så var han den störigaste människan som jag träffat.. Om man skulle få känslor för honom skulle man vara en idiot. Jag är en idiot. "Kanske" mumlade jag. Han lutade sig ännu närmare, tog min hand och jag gjorde inga motstånd. Det ända jag tänkte var, kyss mig. Ännu närmare och tillslut mötes våra läppar. Han släppte min hand och la sina starka armar om mig. Det har aldrig känts så rätt att kyssa någon i hela mitt liv.