38 Partes Concluida Contenido adultoI'm dating a popstar. Pretty big, yeah. Too big, it turns out. I knew this life would bring its own drama. I just... Well, I guess I didn't think I would be the one to shatter everything.
I guess I should go back a bit. Hi, my name's Fletcher. Er, sorry. I'm not so great at this. I'm pretty awful, actually. Uh, where was... Right. I'm twenty-two and I have-and I hope you won't think any differently of me-but I have Tourette's. See, it's this pretty irritating little thing that kind of defines so much about me. And also it doesn't. My actions define me, not some tics of a broken mind. It can get pretty bad, but I'm not alone. I've always had people at my back, otherwise, I think I'd have given up long ago. I consider myself a decent guy. I don't do drama, okay. But we're four guys. Four very different guys on a world tour and that's four beating hearts with their own reasons to beat a little slower. Or a little quicker.
My boyfriend is Clay Hudson. You've probably heard of him. He had this familiar, yet killer story of overcoming pain and a nasty drug addiction. And then he became a popstar. I know, right. It's usually the other way around. But Clay's pretty backwards like that. And I love him despite all the scars, love him because I have always loved him. I don't think it's possible for us to lose each other. I hope.
Clay hurt me once. I don't ever want to hurt him, but I've been thrust into a life I was never prepared for. Kai pisses me off every time he opens his mouth; Ansel drinks when the going gets rough, hiding God knows what secret, and maybe I think I'm hurting those closest to me with some secrets of my own.
I am following in the footsteps of a legend, but I'm not leaving any footprints of my own. Music is everything to me now, but I am silenced by the soundwaves, and no one dances to the beat of my heart. So, will you?
--The sequel to Finding the Pure Note--
