All You Ever (Major Editing)

All You Ever (Major Editing)

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"What?" I laughed again, but only because he was looking at me with that sympathetic look people have given me all my life. "But Neveah, you don't have anyone..." He spoke sadly. "But, I do. I have you," I looked over at him and a smile creeped up on my face. "And that's all I need, as long as I have you, Kendall, that's all I'll ever need." I reached my hand around to the back of his neck and head. I gently played with his hair. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. He slightly pulled away before saying, "I love you," then connecting our lips once more. Neveah's mother disappeared before she could remember her and when she falls for a boyband singer, Kendall Schmidt, suddenly her mother appears out of no where. Why?
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Preview: Yes, Valedictorian, dated all the jocks but it never quite was serious. I was labeled 'prude', 'nerd', 'hard working', and 'safe'. Standing up at my graduation, I wanted to say something no one would expect from me. I was always 'predictable' as well. I was normal as some people would say. I was always looking for the good in life and going out, drinking, doing drugs, having sex, or anything close to those examples are what I labeled as 'not good'. I played it safe through out high school and I really didn't have any memories now that I thought about it. As I stood, in my cap and gown on the stage, not daring to say a word to my fellow graduates that they wouldn't expect from me, I regretted it. Everyone clapped seeing me as the labels they had given me. But some how, I wanted to be different. I wanted to have crazy hair. I wanted to dress different. I wanted to not care what people thought of me. I wanted to be a rebel. I most certainly didn't want to 'play it safe'. *********As of March 28, 2021, story is being rewritten/edited!**********

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