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I hate you Sangster/// Thomas Sangster Fanfic

I hate you Sangster/// Thomas Sangster Fanfic

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Our families have been best friends for as long as I can remember. The only problem is that I absolutely despise their son and I always will. Hi, my names Katie. I'm a pretty average 18 year old who lives in America with long strawberry blond hair, fair skin, and hazel-green eyes. This year for summer my family and I are visiting our friends the Sangster's. I don't mind them, besides Thomas. I hate that kids guts and always will Hi, my names Thomas. I'm an 18 year old and lives in England with my family. I have blond, kinda scruffy hair, dark brown eyes and I'm pretty pale. This year The Whittam's are coming to England for a visit. The whole family is nice, except Katie. She is literally the rudest person you will ever meet. In this book Thomas is 18 and not famous. Hi guys this is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy reading it!
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*********************** "You're the city kid who's parents kicked the buck- fuck. I mean shit. I mean hi." He stammers. The entire family stares at Jack in pure horror. I burst into laugher, still to their horror. "Good one." I chuckle. Jack raises his sharp eyebrows. "You're fucked up, City Boy." He says. "Kieran." I say. "Bless you." He responds quickly. "No that's my name. Kieran." I elaborate. "Like the coffee maker?" He asks. "What? No, not Kierig, Kieran." I repeat. "Key ring." Jack says. I sigh. "I'm bein' serious as all outdoors, I can't say it." Jack says. "Maybe because you talk like a weed whacker." I say. Jack looks taken back by my comment. "You're funny. I like you...Kerin?" Jack says. "Keep trying." I say. "Jack, why don't you help Kieran settle into his room?" Roger suggests putting so much emphasis on my name, I almost forget how to say it. "You mean my room? Sure thing, Father." Jack huffs. Wait... I have to share a room with that thing? He looks like he bites. "Don't worry, Kieran. He don't bite." Roger assures me. Did I say that aloud or has Jack bitten in the past? **************************** Kieran's life is in shambles. His parents suddenly die in a car accident and he is sent to his father's next of kin, Roger all the way in Georgia. He doesn't know Roger, He doesn't like Georgia, and worse - they live on farm and Roger has 7 kids. Things don't look good For Kieran until he meets the very good-looking (yet ugly talking), Jack Matthews, one of Roger's 7 children and his new roommate.

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