Romance Theories (Drew Dirken Fanfic)
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  • Reads 33
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Nov 12, 2015
Kaydee is the girl that everyone wants to be. She reminds everyone of a tumblr girl as she's pretty and has the coloured hair that no ordinary girl can pull off. Kaydee is best friends with band member Drew Dirksen from The Tide. She's always loved him but her mind tries to tell her that's she doesn't. Will they end up together? But her theories may come in the way. No one understands where she's coming from. She never feels good enough as people make fun of her for the theories she comes up with in her mind. Will Drew Dirksen ever listen to her?
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