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Prologue
What if you woke up one day and found your life wasn’t what you remembered? What if you were dating someone other than the boy you loved? What if you had no idea who anyone was anymore? What if life rearranged itself?
oh man you know how i felt about the other thing... so i'm sure i'm going to love this story. gah don't want to end up a spinster though. i am going to be saying that for a few more days yet... i can see it. post more soon chica please.
Steph, You where right you do have to many ideas In that mind of yours But this band new one Is ganna be one of your best I just know it <33
i effing love you.
more now? please?
i'll let you have nick tonight....
Hmmm a one-shot? I had a friend over all day yesterday So like i didnt get to go on that much Can you plz send me the link Or is it already in your sig?
YES YOU MUST!
Chapter 1- The Beginning She was sleeping, her curly haired boyfriend lying with her on their bed his arm draped over her, only a thin sheet and a pair of boxers covering his body. Most people would kill to be in her position, after all she was dating Nick Jonas, one of the most sought after singers in the world, but truthfully she was just glad he had picked to love her, despite the age difference. The night was spent peacefully and happily, she was glad to be sleeping in his arms again, she had missed it all when he was on tour. She awoke the next morning as her phone rang out, I’m Hot Your Cold. She grabbed the phone quickly so that she could hopefully save Nick from an early morning wake up. She opened her phone and spotted a text message from Will, of course Will was the only one crazy enough to text her that early in the morning. Ash, Woke up laughing. Dreamt Nick J called you a stalker. And a Pedophile. But I still love you. She rolled her eyes at his text, that boy was forever texting her, his dreams. And they were always so odd. Ashley turned over expecting to see Nick in the bed with her but he wasn’t lying there. Her eyes turn to the clock and she realizes it’s later than she thought, almost noon. With a little smile she gets out of the bed, expecting to see her love sitting on the couch in the living room, guitar in his hand, playing out some new chorus. She walked into the living room and spotted a boy with almost black hair and very tan skin sitting there. He turned and she realized that he was holding a baby in his arms. He smiled as he stood up and Ashley stared confused. “Who are you?”
