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Hey, Mahomies. I said I was going to write a MLS and I never got around to it. But, here I am. Writing a MLS for you guys.
Oh, and thanks for 1.3K Followers! WhooHoo! :D
RT to share this story. I can't promise it's going to be good but...Hey, you never know. :D
Thanks, Mahomies! <3
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Austin Mahone Love Story: {{I Don't Think So}}
CHAPTER ONE
I tried being happy once. It wasn't really my cup of tea. Everything reminded me why I never really care about life. Why I didn't find a need to try at life.
Some people were just handed things while others, like myself, had to work for what we wanted. Sometimes, we don't deserve what we get but we can't really do anything about it because it's life.
"Aniston, honey," My mom, Janelle, called. "Your father's here!"
I trudged into the living room, sighing. I hate having divorced parents. When I was younger, and the kids at my school said that their parents were divorced, I felt bad for them. I always told myself that my parents would always be together; always be happy; never separated. Yeah, life had a different approach to their 15 year marriage.
"Hi, Ani," My dad, Brad, said as I walked in. "You ready, kiddo?"
I rolled my eyes. My dad still calls me "kiddo" knowing that I'm 16 going onto 17. "Dad. Really."
"Sorry, honey, I just don't like to think that my little girl is growing up," He smiled sheepishly. "We should get going, yeah? Miranda is waiting at the house with dinner."
Ugh. Miranda. She's the reason my family is broken. Being my dad's "Personal Assissant" didn't help. The few months before my mom had said that she had had enough, Dad wasn't home as often as we'd like and when he came home, he wasn't Dad. He was a new person. Like, an alter ego. Mom soon found out that while Dad was "working late", he was working something else. Mom was devastated, to say the least. She thought it was her fault that Dad wanted a woman 5 years my elder. Miranda's just too immature for my dad. "Okay," I said finally. "Let's go. Bye, Mom. I'll call you, okay?"
She nodded, "Okay, honey. Have fun." She kissed my forehead.
Oh, and thanks for 1.3K Followers! WhooHoo! :D
RT to share this story. I can't promise it's going to be good but...Hey, you never know. :D
Thanks, Mahomies! <3
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Austin Mahone Love Story: {{I Don't Think So}}
CHAPTER ONE
I tried being happy once. It wasn't really my cup of tea. Everything reminded me why I never really care about life. Why I didn't find a need to try at life.
Some people were just handed things while others, like myself, had to work for what we wanted. Sometimes, we don't deserve what we get but we can't really do anything about it because it's life.
"Aniston, honey," My mom, Janelle, called. "Your father's here!"
I trudged into the living room, sighing. I hate having divorced parents. When I was younger, and the kids at my school said that their parents were divorced, I felt bad for them. I always told myself that my parents would always be together; always be happy; never separated. Yeah, life had a different approach to their 15 year marriage.
"Hi, Ani," My dad, Brad, said as I walked in. "You ready, kiddo?"
I rolled my eyes. My dad still calls me "kiddo" knowing that I'm 16 going onto 17. "Dad. Really."
"Sorry, honey, I just don't like to think that my little girl is growing up," He smiled sheepishly. "We should get going, yeah? Miranda is waiting at the house with dinner."
Ugh. Miranda. She's the reason my family is broken. Being my dad's "Personal Assissant" didn't help. The few months before my mom had said that she had had enough, Dad wasn't home as often as we'd like and when he came home, he wasn't Dad. He was a new person. Like, an alter ego. Mom soon found out that while Dad was "working late", he was working something else. Mom was devastated, to say the least. She thought it was her fault that Dad wanted a woman 5 years my elder. Miranda's just too immature for my dad. "Okay," I said finally. "Let's go. Bye, Mom. I'll call you, okay?"
She nodded, "Okay, honey. Have fun." She kissed my forehead.