"Some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes."
"I don't believe that."
"Don't believe in what?"
"Love might be hard, or complicated, or messy, but it's never wrong."
"Even when it hurts?"
"That's when you know it's worth it."
"Nothing is worth that much pain."
"Pain only makes love stronger."
"And if it ends? If mistakes ruin it?"
"Mistakes'll get made, but in the end, it'll make us better. That's the moral of the story."
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It's just the story of two girls falling in love and falling apart. Unfortunately, they're doing so in Hollywood, where fame is both a blessing and a curse. Wren Legend, an increasingly popular b-list actress/singer/songwriter, has already made her mark on the world. Having won both a Golden Globe and Grammy at the young age of 18. After meeting Jenna on the street one day by chance, their connection is undeniable - except they're both denying it.
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One of the main reasons I wanted to write this is because there are some really terrible (like disgusting and poorly written) stories about Jenna - and all celebrities, to be honest.
The entire premise of fanfics is a little weird, but I figured, if they're going to exist, there should be good ones out there that don't just like glorify the celebrities body for specific s*x themed reasons. (Not that all fanfics are about that, but a good number of them are.) And so I just thought, "if you can't beat 'em', join 'em."
If I'm gonna write a fanfic, it's gonna be about more than just fantasies about fu*king them.
If I'm gonna write a fanfic, it's gonna be romantic, and interesting, and funny, and suspenseful.
If I'm gonna write a fanfic, it's gonna be good.
So... I hope this one is.
*Completed*
"I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room.
"Why what?" He asks.
"Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends."
He sighs, "I want to know how."
I scrunch my brow. "How what?"
His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it."
*******
Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after.
All except one boy.
He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt.
So the two should be together, right?
That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters
"Love,
Anonymous."
Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole?
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