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A Different Kind of Love Story

A Different Kind of Love Story

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 3, 2016
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Romance
He held out his hand and introduced himself. "My name is Tyler." I shook his hand. "My name is Rachel, but call me Claire. Claire Engstrom." He gave me a look. "Nice to meet you, Claire."
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You have your typical 16 year old, and then you have Destiny. What happens when Destiny meets Tyler? Is it just another cliche? Or is there something real here that will bring tears? The fact that Tyler is a guy is making me nervous, and the added fact that he uses girls just to get into their pants isn't helping either. "Hey," he smirked (again), "Okay buttercup, straight to business. How about our baby's name be Chloe?" I was nodding along with when I realized that he called me something other than my name. "Buttercup?" I frowned, "I don't know if you realize this or not, but I have a name," I said quietly. "Yeah I know and its Destiny, but I prefer buttercup" he says, still smirking. "Well I don't, so cut it out. My name is Destiny, and you shall call me Destiny," I said firmly. "We'll that's not your decision now is it?" I spluttered. The nerve of that boy! "Actually it is and I would prefer you to not call me buttercup. It's Destiny!" I snapped. "Alright alright, don't get your panties in a twist, buttercup," he said slyly. "Destiny," I said with gritted teeth, "That's my name, not buttercup," I shuddered. "Uh-huh, whatever you say, buttercup," he shrugged indifferently. I sighed in frustration. This is going nowhere. "Whatever," I muttered before turning to look at the (still) smirking boy. Doesn't he ever get tired of it?

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