Aparri's Theory (on hold)

Aparri's Theory (on hold)

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James is tired of all these stories, pictures and fans shipping him and Mia. He doesn't even love her. But what happens when a mysterious and beautiful girl appears in his sight? ___ Edit | This was originally meant as a one-shot but due to popular demand I'm going to make it an on-going story! Okay, maybe not popular demand. Part 3 is out now!! *Disclaimer: I do not own Animal Jam or the Youtubers. I only own the story idea and plots. ** Something to clarify: I understand there are debates going on about Aparri's real name, and some of them have got myself confusing too! I am therefore using "James" from now on as his real name and "Jim" as his nickname. Hope y'all understand and support the story nevertheless! ヾ(@⌒ー⌒@)ノ
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