𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭
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Book 1
She's perfect. Perfect family. Perfect friends. Perfect life.
That's what the people believe.
That every celebrity is perfect, when in reali...
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(I'm a slut for comments, blow 'em up)
"A date?"
Amelia's eyes light up, "Nick has a date! With who? Quick, put it on speaker!" She ushers.
In my opinion Amelia is far to involved in Nick's love life. The last time he went on a date she offered to do a background check on the guy, be the chauffeur, make the food, and help him get ready.
Little much if you ask me.
"I'm dying over here, who is it!" Amelia asks, bouncing her foot on the ground. "Enzo!" My jaw dropped. "Like-uhm-wait-huh?" I'm speechless. "Like brown hair neighbor Enzo?"
"Yep! Brown hair, blue eyes, super hot, neighbor Enzo." Nick says enthusiastically. "Oh. My. Gosh! What's his Instagram? Send me a picture of him. How old is he? Does he treat Isa good?" Amelia's flowing with so many questions I can't keep up.
"Slow down a. He doesn't have Instagram. I'm not going to be sending you a picture of my date, He's 17 and yes, I think he treats Izzy fine." Nick says.
Amelia gives me a satisfied nod in approval.
What is Nick getting himself into?
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I asked Enzo on a date.
I asked Enzo on a date. Now that I'm not all giddy-Izzy taught me that word-I'm starting to realize how bad this could get. I have nothing to hide besides you know, I'm a stepbrother to a world famous pop star.
And much more.
Black or red? I fucking hate fancy dates. I used to laugh at Izzy every time she would complain about not being able to pick out an outfit but now, I feel her pain. If I do black shirt I could do a red tie or vice versa. I'm kinda feeling the black shirt with a crimson red tie.
Another thing I learned from Izzy; there's more than one shade of a color. Whoever decided that was a stupid genus. I love the fact there's a variety but then again I have to find the perfect shade.
