Her Art And His Paper Heart

Her Art And His Paper Heart

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3 years, 4 months and 18 days ago, Reece's youtube video skyrocketed with thirty million views. Ironically enough, it was a song dedicated to a girl who was no longer his. Forced to finish high school, the name Reece Zynner faded into the shadows with nothing left to cause havoc. 3 years, 1 month and 6 days ago, a devastating car crash left Reece in shambles. 2 years, 2 months and 2 days ago, Reece wrote his first song since the accident. Ten more came after with his shattered remains at the heart of each lyric. 2 years, 5 months and 1 day ago, Reece became a heartthrob who could no longer feel his own. Now, discovering his career was plummeting to the ground, Reece is forced to enter a relationship with the 'Angel' of Hurricane Records: McKenna Ellis. Forced to fake date; they impact each others lives in the most inconvenient way possible. But in between the quick jabs and fake kisses, they begin to find each other. 3 years, 4 months and 19 days after the accident, Reece began picking up his pieces.
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"You make me want to do things to you." He mumbles, his brown eyes never straying from mine. "What?" I whisper, nervous yet at the same time my heart pounds with excitement and anticipation. "Do you want to know what kind of things?" His low tone matches mine as he brings his face closer and I find myself robbed of speech due to our proximity. Taking my silence as his sign, he continues to lean closer. His lips caress my ear as he says "Things like this." Suddenly I feel something wet and thick being dumped onto my hair, soon the liquid drips down onto my shirt. Is that paint? Blue paint proceeds to slide down onto my shirt and my eyes widen when I hear Caleb howling with laughter. "Caleb fucking Carter!" I bellow and before I know it he breaks into a run, still laughing. ________________ Highest Rankings #1 - projectbadassgirls #1 - humor #8 - badboy

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