Bastille style

Bastille style

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Nobody knows how these four boys met. Nobody knows what their lives used to be like. Nobody knows why Dan is still single. And that's why I'm going to tell you. Starting from the beggining.
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Kayla, 16. Bubbly. Charismatic. Awkward. Concealed. Daniel, 17. Talented. Genuine. Timid. Pessimistic. Kayla doesn't like to think of herself as normal. She doesn't believe in it. What even is normal? How do you tell if you, yourself, are 'normal'? You can't. That's the point. Although what she does think of herself as, isn't all that great. 'Stupid' 'Nerd' 'Ugly' 'Fat'. That's what she thinks. That's what everyone else thinks. Except Daniel. Daniel isn't like everyone else. Daniel sees through people. Looks into them, their personality, their interests, themselves. He doesn't 'Judge a book by it's cover', as you might say. Not to other people anyway. To himself, it's all he ever does. 'Lanky' 'Geek' 'Awkward' 'Hideous'. They can't see anything in themselves, and they probably never will. But can they change that about each other?

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