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I was twelve years old the first time I saw Parker Wells. I was fighting with my earring to put it in its place in my ear in front of my mirror; a look of sadness possessed my features, thinking about every thing that was wrong with my face and the few possibilities I had to fix none of them. 

His face appeared in the little reflection. Through the window behind me, I could see his house and his car beside it. He was in the drivers seat and I could hear the truck's noise. He looked grown up, and I was a just a girl. He was looking at me intently anyway. I never thought you could long for  someone that bad just by a look. I sadly never saw him again, but I dreamt of him every night. Maybe, if I'm lucky, he'll be my prince and save me. 

After six years, I got tired of waiting. If he won't show up, I'll be my own prince. I'll save myself.All Rights Reserved

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Remembering Raimondo (Complete) by Jonaviere

Instead my attention was focused on who I saw seated in the restaurant. His eyes were on the screen in the corner of the room. I knew that because my gaze used to be directed in that direction while I mopped the floors at night. Without warning, he began to laugh. I couldn't hear anything, it was a soundless laughter. Not because I was in a trance, but because the windows and doors blocked in all the sounds... depriving me of the sound I wanted to hear most. Something about his expression made me smile. He looked... if only there were a word to describe how he looked. One word that could paint this perfect image of him in detail capturing even the motion of the moment. But before I could come up with that word, that perfect moment was broken. I inhaled sharply as his eyes landed on me. His face went blank removing all the evidence that he had been expressing amusement. Like a mirror, my smile faded. His empty countenance lasted only for a few more seconds, and then there was a twitch. A twitch of recognition? A twitch of memory? Whatever it was gave my feet the strength to move towards the door.

Unexpected fate by DeniellePimlott

"Woah love if you wanted a photo that bad should have just asked" he says looking down at me, his hazel brown eyes scan my body and a smirk started to plaster on his face. Who that hell does he think he is?! He out stretchers his hand for me to take to help me up, I move his hand away and get myself up picking some of the music sheets I dropped around me. As I stand up I see a tall dark figure standing behind him with his fingers interlocked with each-other; although he had sunglasses that cover his face from what I could tell he looked emotionless. "Look I'm sorry, I was just in my own world for a moment" snapping me out of my thoughts he gave me a small smile which I didn't return, I've had a bad enough day as it is. "I'm Finlay, Finlay Everett" It was silent for a moment as he tried to see a reaction out of me, seriously who does this guy think he is? "Good for you and I'm late" and with that said I turned and walked away. ~~~ Samantha Kane is just an ordinary girl with a dream of give her brother the life she could never have, working two jobs she decided to go for one last singing contract but fate pushes her away and into the back of a world-renowned famous singer Finlay Everett, is this the kick starter for Samantha's life? Or is this fate pushing her in the wrong direction? COMPLETED BOOK.

Protection, Zack Merrick, All Time Low by sleepynonsleeper

______ "I need a room for a night?" I ask the lady at the check in desk at the hotel. She didn't question the tears running down my face, or my phone buzzing in my pocket like crazy. I made a scene, and now I have to lay in the bed I made. The bed Zack and I made. "Yes ma'am, I need your credit card on file." "Here you go." I hand her my card and give her a small smile. "Have a nice night." She hands me the card and keys, and I'm just glad I had my phone charger and my credit card. I get another call, and it's Alex, I decided to take it, "Hey." I say, as strong as I can. "Thank you for finally answering, are you okay? Where are you?" "I'm just straight in town, I'm in a hotel. I'm fine. Is he okay?" - Alex has a little sister, and she learned to keep quiet. Not because he wanted her to, but because she wanted nothing to do with the public eye. Maybe it was the boyfriend too, she didn't know. Now she's working for All Time Low, trying to moce on from her life that she wants to forget. She wanted to forget how bad she was treated, how awful she felt. Finding love, was never in the plan. She didn't look for it, but it looked for her. Love finds you in comfortable places, when you need it most. It comes with a layer of Protection.

"Loving Her" by ImPuurfect

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The Way You See Me by jadecross-

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My Teddy by AquafinaBlue012

The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}

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Stole My Heart 💕 by honeyvsbunny

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Orizon Stars by VinodiniSubaramaniam

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Instead my attention was focused on who I saw seated in the restaurant. His eyes were on the screen in the corner of the room. I knew that because my gaze used to be directed in that direction while I mopped the floors at night. Without warning, he began to laugh. I couldn't hear anything, it was a soundless laughter. Not because I was in a trance, but because the windows and doors blocked in all the sounds... depriving me of the sound I wanted to hear most. Something about his expression made me smile. He looked... if only there were a word to describe how he looked. One word that could paint this perfect image of him in detail capturing even the motion of the moment. But before I could come up with that word, that perfect moment was broken. I inhaled sharply as his eyes landed on me. His face went blank removing all the evidence that he had been expressing amusement. Like a mirror, my smile faded. His empty countenance lasted only for a few more seconds, and then there was a twitch. A twitch of recognition? A twitch of memory? Whatever it was gave my feet the strength to move towards the door.