Dear Person Reading This,
My name is Helena Leala Way, I am twelve years old, my dad was in a band, but it recently ended. That band had been in place my whole life. But now the time has come for that era to end, now my dad is a comic book author, and we live with my stepmom and my little half/adopted/step sister Bandit. Now, you may think that this story is all about me and some shit- my dad and uncle were in a rock band, so yes, I have a large vocabulary, that now my dad looks back on, he's not very proud of it- that happened recently. But nope, this story I'm about to tell is all about my dad's journey of making a world famous rock band from scratch and bringing it up to being able to save lives, inspire people, and just generally became a household name. So if you're looking for some shitty (GET THE FUCK OVER MY LANGUAGE) turn back now, because this is a third person story about my hero, my dad.
Sincererly,
Helena Way
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, flirting, ANGST, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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