My (Not) So Typical Love Story

My (Not) So Typical Love Story

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When you bump a stranger, it’s embarrassing enough. When you bump and hit a stranger, you should already run. When you bump, hit and give a stranger the “bad” finger, it’s literally, scientifically and all the things with “l-y” the time where you should hide from the police. But when that stranger is actually someone you knew (and liked) years ago… well, that’s the moment when they all say, “AAWWW!” After years of waiting her best friend, Anna had finally given up. But when she went on an educational trip, let’s just say fate found a way of turning her dull life into a new and colorful one. In her diary, we will find out how Anna had found the electronic way back, back to believing that love exists, back to her best friend’s arms. But why give it a read? Well, this isn’t just that typical oh-so-I-fell-in-love-with-my-best-friend story. It’s the mixture of all the type of romance thingies we all pin down these days; that bad-boy and good girl duo, that “I love my best friend” type, that “he’s popular and I’m not” drama and a whole lot more. It’s a story where all kinds of love blend together in different forms but has one same meaning. How? Read to find out.
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𝟏𝟖+| I was said to be 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞... 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. I had heard it so much in my life that it had manifested into a truth that remained rock solid in my brain. It consumed every surface of my body and mind like a deadly cancer It had become a promise to myself. A reminder. A standard. It was a rule applied to every person in my life, except him... He was the same as I was; no matter how different our outside identities were. We were cut from the same cloth on the inside. There was no denying that he and I were both broken souls left in a broken world. Both craving an eternal slumber before we met, but his darkness played so well with mine that suddenly it began feeling more like light, warmth, goodness... a happy ending. "...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂," --------------------------- Partying. That was the one thing Chandler did best, and everyone in town knew that. But when one of her parties get out of hand and the cops are called, she's in for a rude awakening as she comes face to face with the new guy in town: Officer Herrera. He's wasn't like the usual officers she dealt with, and she finds that out quite quickly as she gets dragged away to jail for the night. They both wish to never see each other again, but there was something stronger than their dislike for each other keeping them together. The stronger their dislike grows, the more attached they become, until the lines become so blurred that they can't tell the difference between hatred and love anymore. They could say they hated each other, but if anything, a small part of them knew it would turn into love. If that love would last once everything was revealed... It was only a matter of time before they found out. ----

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