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[[Don't Forget]]
{Austin Mahone Love Story}
--Chapter One--
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Grabbing some grub, I walked back into my room and turned the volume up on my ancient stereo. I set the grub down on my desk and grabbed my MacBook, plopping down on one of my beanbag chair things I had lying around at various places in my room.
"AnnaLeese!" My mom, Evelyn, called into my room, poking her head in. "Your friend is here."
I raised an eyebrow at my mother. I made a face. My 'friend' she was referring to was not my friend at all, but this chick that's totally looney and my mom thought that she and I would get along well. I didn't take any interest into trying to become friends with this looney girl, I just didn't want to be friends with her.
"Ohmygosh, Mom. We're not friends! I don't want to be friends with her. I am perfectly content with my Internet pals and your boss's gorgeous son - better known as Alex." I shrugged. "I just don't want to be friends with a girl who screams when I speak of Alex. She's freaky, Mom! Fuh-reaky." I continued typing on my laptop, not caring if she was still in the room, though I knew she was. I looked up, giving her a face that said 'Go.' but she ignored my wants and plopped herself onto my bed.
"AnnaLeese," Mom started with a soft tone. She's lecturing me. For not wanting to be friends with a freak. Ohmygosh. "Raylyn has emotional issues. I figured that you could at least put an effort into trying to be friends with her. She's your age and she's going through a lot of family problems."
I sighed. "What does this have to do with me?"
"She needs you in her life, AnnaLeese. She's not had a friend in a while because of her problems at the house. Her parents are divorced. Her mom is anorexic and her dad is a drunk. Her older brother is off in Michigan somewhere."
"Mom, she's not my problem. I don't like her. She's a total freak."
Mom shook her head. "Have you thought to ask Alex what he does in his free time?"
"Um, no. That's, like, invasion of privacy?"
"He's 'Internet Famous', AnnaLeese."
I dropped my laptop. My mouth agape. My eyes as big as UFOs. "HE'S WHAT."
{Austin Mahone Love Story}
--Chapter One--
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Grabbing some grub, I walked back into my room and turned the volume up on my ancient stereo. I set the grub down on my desk and grabbed my MacBook, plopping down on one of my beanbag chair things I had lying around at various places in my room.
"AnnaLeese!" My mom, Evelyn, called into my room, poking her head in. "Your friend is here."
I raised an eyebrow at my mother. I made a face. My 'friend' she was referring to was not my friend at all, but this chick that's totally looney and my mom thought that she and I would get along well. I didn't take any interest into trying to become friends with this looney girl, I just didn't want to be friends with her.
"Ohmygosh, Mom. We're not friends! I don't want to be friends with her. I am perfectly content with my Internet pals and your boss's gorgeous son - better known as Alex." I shrugged. "I just don't want to be friends with a girl who screams when I speak of Alex. She's freaky, Mom! Fuh-reaky." I continued typing on my laptop, not caring if she was still in the room, though I knew she was. I looked up, giving her a face that said 'Go.' but she ignored my wants and plopped herself onto my bed.
"AnnaLeese," Mom started with a soft tone. She's lecturing me. For not wanting to be friends with a freak. Ohmygosh. "Raylyn has emotional issues. I figured that you could at least put an effort into trying to be friends with her. She's your age and she's going through a lot of family problems."
I sighed. "What does this have to do with me?"
"She needs you in her life, AnnaLeese. She's not had a friend in a while because of her problems at the house. Her parents are divorced. Her mom is anorexic and her dad is a drunk. Her older brother is off in Michigan somewhere."
"Mom, she's not my problem. I don't like her. She's a total freak."
Mom shook her head. "Have you thought to ask Alex what he does in his free time?"
"Um, no. That's, like, invasion of privacy?"
"He's 'Internet Famous', AnnaLeese."
I dropped my laptop. My mouth agape. My eyes as big as UFOs. "HE'S WHAT."