The Hideout
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My quiet place. My safe haven. My refuge. My safe house. My sanctuary. My everything.~ Adam Jones is not just good looks and eye candy, he has a deep dark secret that nobody knows, same with Hope Owens she's a broken girl with a dark past. The two teenagers find each other, become best friends and have a ' Hideout ' that has meaning to the both of them. Will they share there secrets? Will one of them spill their location of their hideout? Will they fall in love with each other ?!Who knows? Find out in 'The hideout'.
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