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Read this first!!! Ok, as I got to writing this chapter, I realized it wouldn't work if Frank was a sophomore, because he wouldn't be of legal age for three years. Now, I'm changing his age to 17, and he's a senior, so he'll turn 18 during the next school year. Thanks for reading this part! I was sitting at home, about do draw. I pulled out my pencil and reached for my sketchbook. Wait. I looked deeper into my backpack, but couldn't find my sketchbook. "What the hell?" I whispered to myself. I pulled out the contents of my backpack, but still no sketchbook. Then I remembered. I'd left it in the art room. I face-palmed at how stupid I was, an

Emily's POV “Bye guys!” we both shouted to the camera a bit too enthusiastically; our video finally finished. Now all we had to do was edit, which took forever on our crappy old laptop. “You know when I get a Mac you will never be allowed on it, it will be my baby.” Hannah said jokingly, shoving my arm gently. “OW!” I exclaimed, pretending to be hurt. “I'M SO SORRY!!!” Hannah apologised profusely, not giving me a word in edgeways. “I was joking silly!” I chuckled, poking her in the arm again and again until Hannah tickled me and I sprinted out of my room, certain that she was follo

“lets get home, come on Phil. We haven’t got all night” A small sigh I look around the studio once more, just to check we’ve definitely cleaned everything up. It was Sunday night. we had finished the radio show, no longer than half an hour ago and Dan was desperate to get home. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind getting home as quickly as possible too. I had majorly messed up on the radio show I knew everyone was laughing at me. I’m such an idiot, no wonder Dan is everybody’s favourite. “fine, let’s go” I say quietly as I follow Dan out of the studio. “you okay?” He asks

There he is, the little shy boy Phil Lester He really stands out to me. I don’t know why, he just does. There are only ten of us in this class, that’s probably why. He’s beautiful That may be why as well. His blue eyes, his dark hair. He’s so perfect But, of course, a boy that perfect isn’t single He’s taken Happily taken I’m guessing. Although sometimes, he looks so sad. Staring down at his black little note book. So alone It makes no sense. That perfect boy being so sad. He has everything A loving family A loving boyfriend Everything Well that’s what I thought Until it happene