Permanent Fling (BWWM)

Permanent Fling (BWWM)

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Once we arrived at the airport Noah got my bag out for me. He held my hand out and took out a set of keys. "Noah, I mean I know I agreed to be your fake girlfriend but moving in together...it's just way too sudden." I said in an overly sarcastic voice. "They're keys to my Lamborghini." "So driving one of your cars is a perk to being your fake girlfriend." I said just as sarcastically. "No, when you land back in LA you can drive yourself home. You smart ass." Noah chuckled. "Thanks." I said taking the keys. "So if I hadn't agreed to being your fake girlfriend, would you have still given me the keys?" Noah put his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him. "Nope." He popped the p at the end. "You would have been hitchhiking home from the airport."
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My life used to be simple. I got normal problems like everyone else. I got everything planned out. After graduating from highschool. I moved out of town and decided to chase my dream. The goal is to be independent and make a name for myself. Yes, I was freaking serious. Ever since I was a kid, my dream was always to be an actress. A Hollywood celebrity to be specific. My only problem was I got myself in a series of bad luck. Which led me back to my old home town. No money, no clothes.. basically nothing. I even look so hideous because of Tyler's suggestion of taking a small role in some documentary film that force me to cut my hair short. If it wasn't for that scam company which I invested all my money in, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. So yeah, all bad luck just keeps on coming to me. And there goes my bestfriend, Sarah Wilter. She's a bit crazy. I should have known nothing good comes up to that proposed agreement she initiated for us. See, she promised to help me solve some of my problems if I help her out with her social status in her new college university. I, Olivia Ford is officially doomed.

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