Wrong Number, Sorry.

Wrong Number, Sorry.

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***Official Author*** Roselines mother always told her not to talk to strangers. you never know who they could actually be, she's always listened up until she gets a text message from a unknown Number. She becomes more and more anxious and curious and replies back. Find out what happens with the strange Texter, will they become great friends or Wil they end up getting blocked? They were both normal, With normal friends, Well not all of them. Life it's hard but they knew who would always be there, Florida is her never land and she needs to fly away, Arkansas is her never land but she couldn't leave her. Especially if things get any worse here.. Shell have him and maybe she'll have the other one too. You never know when you're in wonderland. All rights reserved to @Ayexsavvy. This story shall not be published or made into a different story without the authors consent.
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10 years. 10 years of hating Griffin Taylor. Luckily for me, he lives hundreds of miles away and I very rarely have to handle the knowledge he's in town for his 48 hour visits. Some supposed best friend he turned out to be. Mum and dad would have screamed at him for hours for missing the things he did. Though, Griffin Taylor never did care about other people's feelings. I always thought I wasn't apart of that rule. That I was different to him. His best friend. His rock. No call. No text, no message through his mum or his brother. Nothing. Mine and Piper's world collapsed from under us. Total strangers on the outskirts of town showed their love and support. But Griffin? He showed up 18 months later with barely a word before taking another life altering phone call. Ass. Now, 6 years after I last had the pleasure of being in his almighty presence, Piper made the overwhelming, stupid decision to invite him to her wedding. It's fine. He'll be here for his usual 48 hours and I'll find a million things to keep me out of his way so I'll barely see him. It's fine. Not a problem. I can handle it. Piper wants him here, Piper wants her family here and I guess, with no one else, the Taylor's are family. For Piper I'll keep my thoughts to myself, I'll smile and I'll be the good Christian I am. But as far as I care, Griffin Taylor can rot. In. Hell.

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