A/N: There was a problem with my other oneshot, so I took it down. This is its replacement.

Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine. Rights go to SM

Summary: 'You're crazy,' I muttered. A smirk played on her lips, "Only for you, baby." ExB, R&R, AH

Pretty OOC. I'm tired of Bella being a damsel in distress, and of Edward being a huge-ass player. That's part of the reason why it's hard to update S&CC. So yeah. Bella's a badass tease and Edward's her victim who gets caught up. Fun!

This isn't a oneshot. It'll be a fourshot at most, with lengthy chapters. I will finish this story before I update S&CC. I like this take on Edward better than the heartbreaker in S&CC, although the humor will be better in that one.

Hope you like. If you're reading this, please review—I'd love to hear your thoughts, even if you hate it. I don't mind. Flames welcome. Yes this is a ploy to get more reviews. SUE ME.

This story is based on the song SKYWAY AVENUE by WE THE KINGS. I strongly recommend listening to the song, looping it so it never stops. It's one of my favorites by WTK and it's a great soundtrack for this. BUT if you have trouble reading while listening to music, please listen to the acoustic version. If not, listen to the original. Just get it on YOUTUBE! This inspired the parts in italics.

Oh, BTW, lets pretend that they live in California.

EDIT: Added a new beginning - four pages worth!

Goodnight & Goodbye

Chapter 1: Royally Screwed

"Hm..." Emmett rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "I'd rather get punched in the face than kicked between the legs."

Jasper nodded, "Same here." He looked at me, "What about you?"I ignored him, and continued to take small sips from the coke in my hand.

Emmett shook his head, "Next question, Jasper."

"Would you rather..." He thought for a second, "Love someone who hates you, or hate someone who loves you?"

"Nice," Emmett complimented, "I'd go with the first option. You can always change their mind."

"True, true." Jasper nodded, "Do I dare ask you the same question?" He said, looking at me. I ignored him again, and chugged down more of the coke. Agh. Brain freeze.

"Would you rather eat five rotten cheese slices, or lick a dirty toilet?" Emmett grinned.

Jasper scowled, "That's nasty."

"Still, which would you rather do?" Emmett insisted.

"Death." Jasper answered, finally.

Emmett snorted, "Really? I'd eat five rotten cheese slices."

"Why?"

"Because either way, you're going to see a pretty dirty toilet." Emmett laughed.

"Nasty," Jasper shuddered, "What about you?" He looked at me expectantly. I nodded towards him, and cracked a smile, before bringing the bottle of coke to my lips again.

Emmett rolled his eyes and continued, "Would you rather work at an office filled with obese, naked guys for a hundred grand a year, or work at an office filled with hot chicks for fifty grand a year."

"Hot chicks," Jasper grinned, "You can always get extra cash, and I don't want to have nightmares every night."

"Cheers to that." Emmet laughed, clinking his bottle of root beer with Jasper's.

"Okay, we both ask one last one." Jasper thought for a second, "Would you rather eat a handful of hair or lick three public telephones?"

Emmett groaned, "Uh, who's hair is it?"

"Mine." Jasper shrugged.

"Why the hell would you want me to eat your hair?" Emmett exclaimed.

"Just answer the question." Jasper snapped.

"I'd eat your hair," Emmett mumbled, "Assuming you keep it clean."

"Yeah," Jasper ran a hand through his hair, "You don't get to be shiny and sweet without making it clean."

"You sure you like girls?" Emmett questioned.

"Bite me."

"You asking me to do that only proves my point, you know."

"Just ask a question!"

Emmett laughed, "Would you rather...sleep in a pit of fresh cow manure or bathe in a tub full of diarrhea?"

"How the hell do you come up with these questions!?" Jasper asked, rolling his eyes.

"My mind works in strange ways."

"I'd sleep in a pit of cow manure. More sanitary."

"Cow manure isn't sanitary."

"So you'd rather bathe in diarrhea?"

"As a matter of fact, I would."

"Gross."

"Thank you!"

"What about you?" Jasper asked, nudging me. I took another sip of coke.

"I think Edward's gone crazy," Emmett whispered loudly to Jasper, who, in turn, punched him on the shoulder for saying it too loud.

"He can hear you," Jasper muttered, rolling his eyes at his stupidity.

Emmett's mouth curved in an 'oh', before he shut it, looking apologetically at me.

Maybe I was going crazy—not that I noticed it. Much.

"It's okay, you guys." I replied, taking a sip of coke. "I probably am going crazy."

"Thank you!" Emmett grinned, reaching over the table to pat me on the shoulder, "Finally someone agrees with me."

Jasper groaned again. "You are so stupid sometimes, Emmett." He turned his gaze to me, "But, yeah…you have been spacing out a lot. Why are you so distracted all the time?"

Emmett rolled his eyes, "He met this girl during the summer. They had a little thing going on."

"All of this over a girl?" Jasper laughed, drinking his 7up.

"Yep," I replied, seriousness lacing my tone. "It'll pass. It's been two weeks since it ended, so I'm still getting used to being single again." It sounded like I was trying to convince myself, more than I was trying to convince them. The truth was, she was always the only thing on my mind.

"Tell us about her. No girl has ever had this effect on you. She has to be something pretty special."

I grinned, imagining her in my mind. "She was incredibly funny, mysterious, friendly, sarcastic, caring, clumsy…you name it. She was it. And beautiful. God was she beautiful." I said wistfully, "She was so adventurous—always wanting to try new things. It was impossible to be bored when you were around her. I could talk to her for hours about the stupidest things, but not once did I consider hanging up—she was just like that. She was beautiful but attainable, crazy but conservative. She was everything and anything stuck into one girl."

Jasper's eyes widened slightly, "Wow, seems like quite a catch."

"Yeah," I nodded wistfully.

"What's her name?" Emmett asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but realized I didn't have one.

"I don't know…" I whispered, tentatively.

It took a few seconds before Jasper opened his mouth to speak.

"What?!" he exclaimed, his jaw almost hitting the table, "You dated this girl the entire summer, but you don't even know her name? What? Was it like a one night stand or something?"

"No...not a one night stand."

"Then why don't you know her name?"

I took a deep breath. "It was only supposed to last the summer. We both agreed on it. No names, no contact after July. It was an escape. It's like, we could finally be who we were supposed to be...but with the knowledge that it wouldn't last. I don't know where she lives, where she goes to school. She said she'd change her number so I wouldn't be tempted to call her. All it was supposed to be was a summer escape. Nothing more...and it's August now, so the agreements done. I haven't seen her in two weeks...and I'm pretty sure I won't see her again."

"It doesn't sound over to me." Jasper replied, knowingly.

Emmett nodded, "Yeah, Edward."

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked, gulping down my coke.

"The way you talk about her…" Jasper began. "Maybe it was just a summer agreement in the beginning. You probably thought you had nothing to lose--date a beautiful girl for three months, and then dump her at the end with no hard feelings from either of you. But...I think the more time you spent with her, the more you realized you wanted more. Don't hate me for saying this - and you know I wouldn't say this without meaning it - but I think you might have fallen in love with her."

"You've been pretty quiet lately," Emmett added, "You have this far-away look in your eyes a lot. Like you're thinking about something pretty important—her probably. Like you are right now."

Her face vanished from my mind momentarily. My eyes widened, when I realized that they couldn't be closer to the truth. My mouth closed over the words, "Shit."

"So you do love her." Emmett smiled, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

"Shit." I repeated, groaning as I remembered how many times in the past week she'd popped into my thoughts for no reason. How many times I'd listen to the radio, and I'd imagine her face in my mind. I was royally screwed.

"So, what are you going to do?" Jasper pressed.

I thought for a second, before whipping out my phone. I had her number under the name 'Marie.'

"Put it on loudspeaker," Emmett replied. I obliged, pressing the button that deactivated the handset option. The phone rang eight times, before it stopped. I held my breath.

A woman's voice came on, but it wasn't hers. The number you are calling has been deactivated or does not exist. Please check the number again, or call this service center 6265870—

I hung up the phone, and groaned. She changed her number.

"I'm sorry," Jasper said, sympathetically patting my shoulder, "I guess your summer agreement worked, after all." He grimaced slightly. "Edward, think about it. You've been in countless relationships. This feeling you have...it'll pass over time. Don't you remember what happened with Jessica in high school? You thought you were in love with her, but it turned out it was only lust - and there is a huge difference between lust and love. Maybe you don't love her, maybe you're just confused."

I honestly and truly wanted to believe him. But I couldn't. That relationship I had with Jessica lasted three years. I felt like I had to love her. Like it just wouldn't make sense for me to not love her after so long. But this...it lasted three months, and I couldn't get her out of my head. She was the only thing I thought about. I couldn't love her, but I did. I never believed in love - ever since that break up with Jessica I didn't think it existed - but I think it just happened to me.

"No," My voice was barely a whisper, "I can't...Jasper. I'm in too deep. The fact that I can't love her is probably why I ended up falling in love with her. With Jessica it was all meticulous and planned. Three years, Jasper. That's how long I tried to convince myself that I loved her - and in the end I didn't. This was supposed to be a summer romance. Just three months. I figured I wouldn't fall in love - I dated a girl for three years and didn't fall in love, so how could I date someone for three months and fall in love? I let her get to me. I let my guard down. And now...I can't change it. I love her Jasper...and it's scaring the shit out of me." My voice strengthened a little, "I...I have to find her." I had there. There is no other option.

"How can you possibly do that?" Jasper replied, doubt lacing his words.

"I'll figure it out." I said.

"You're really going to try to find a girl you only met in three months?" Emmett asked incredulously. "I'm telling you. I think you're confused. You can't love her. You're the one that always says that love doesn't exist. Jasper and I believe in it more than you - and yet you're the first one to fall in love? That's highly unlikely. Just like you said, you spent three years with Jessica and you didn't love her. Three months with this girl and you're convinced you love her? That isn't possible Edward."

"It wasn't that I didn't believe in love...it's just I never understood it." I mumbled. "I always thought that after you're in a relationship for a couple years, love is supposed to just happen. I tried to force it out of me. Jessica could say I love you without a second thought...but I...I was almost disgusted with myself when I said it - I knew I was lying. After this summer, I know why I couldn't say I love you. I know why it didn't work out for me."

"And why is that?" Emmett challenged.

"It isn't about the amount of time you spend dating a girl." I explained, "It's the girl. Jessica was beautiful and kind, but I had to try so hard to please her. To fit her standards. With Marie...it'd like I don't even have to try." I smiled a little, "We didn't agree on much...actually, we didn't agree on anything at all. We fought all the time, insulting each other every chance we got. We tried to outdo each other in everything - always try to stay underwater just a little longer, hold our breath just a little longer...eat our burger just a little faster. We challenged each other whenever we were together, forcing the best out of each other. But despite all of that - despite all of our differences - I was still crazy about her." A wistful look spread on my face.

Jasper realized just how strong my feelings were when those words left my mouth. Curiosity sparked in his eyes. "Tell us about her."

"There's too much to tell."

Emmett's eyes were softer now, and I knew he understood now. He knew it was too late to turn back. "Just tell us the parts that you remember the most." Emmett replied resigned, "The parts that you can't forget."

I thought for a second, picking through all my memories of the summer. "I don't know where to start." I admitted.

"Just start from the beginning," Jasper urged, "When you two first met."

I pursed my lips, "Okay." I looked at Emmett, "You were there."

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"Dude, check her out." Emmett whispered to me, nodding towards a curvy blonde leaning against the bar at the shack. She was beautiful, her doe eyes sparkling like spinel gems. Her hair cascaded down to her waist, a clean, natural blond. He lips were curved up in a smirk as she watched us, knowing that we were talking about her.

I grunted, "Not my type." She was beautiful, I'd give her that. But I'd just gotten out of a relationship, and didn't want to start anything with anyone. And I was never the type of person to have rebounds.

"What? Hot and available isn't your type?" Emmett winked at her suggestively.

"If you want her, go get her. I'm not in the mood today." He shrugged, still eyeing her. He watched, mesmerized as she sipped the cocktail in her hand.

The blonde smiled, licking her lips slowly. Emmett melted on the spot. She turned her back to us, walking a few steps forward. She stopped abruptly and turned around.

"You want me?" She said, her voice loud enough for us to hear. "Come and get me."

He didn't need to be asked twice. He sprang up from beside me, mumbling a slurred 'see ya' and ran right next to her.

I didn't feel like watching my best friend seduce a complete stranger, so I turned away.

It was the summer before my junior year in Caltech. My parents wouldn't let me leave California until I graduated college—and I've been counting down that day since I was old enough to walk.

We were at the beach. The waves must have been doing drugs or something, because they were getting pretty high. I didn't want to risk an injury that could compromise my career in college football. And I didn't feel like wasting my time.

I figured Emmett would find a ride home somehow, so I grabbed my surfboard and started walking back to the parking lot.

"Giving up?" A voice came from beside me. It was soft and husky and I paused.

I turned slowly, and looked for the person who had just spoken to me. I found her lounging on one of the plastic beach chairs. She had reflective aviator sunglasses on and her hair was swept up in a high ponytail. Her hair was the strangest shade of brown - like dark chocolate with tiny glints of strawberry. She had a Dr. Pepper in her hand and she was sipping it slowly, her lips turned up in a smirk.

"Excuse me?" I asked, incredulous that she had spoken to me.

"I said," She put down her drink and tilted her head a little towards the ground. She pushed her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose, revealing large caramel-colored eyes. She glanced at me from below her thick lashes, "You giving up?"

I scoffed, even though that was exactly what I was doing, "Please. The waves are lousy today. No use in wasting my time here."

She grinned, "Oh really," She swung her legs off of the chair and got up, pulling her sunglasses up so they rested on the top of her head. "Prove it."

"I don't need to prove anything to you." I replied, watching curiously as her smirk widened.

She walked right up to me, closing the space between us. My breathing went erratic. She trailed her index finger on my bare chest, "Are you sure about that." She breathed. I almost choked on air.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," She said, innocently, before bringing her finger to my throat. She placed her thumb where my pulse was and smiled, "Am I making you nervous?"

I swallowed involuntarily, "No."

"Then what's the matter?" She walked away, and I watched transfixed as her hips swayed from side to side with every step. "Come with me."

"What?" I croaked. What the hell was this girl doing to me? Frogs croak. I don't croak.

"Why don't you go surfing with me?" She giggled at my obvious bewilderment. But, hey, in my defense, it wasn't everyday that you get approached by a girl like her at the beach.

"Because you can't surf." I countered arrogantly, even though I had never seen her surf in my life.

She laughed and fit the surfboard that was leaning on the chair under her armpit. She started to walk towards the shore, but she stopped halfway. She turned and lifted her finger, and beckoned me to follow her.

And I did.

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"Wow," Jasper replied, looking at me amusement and curiosity sparking in his blue eyes.

"What?" I was getting a little scared from the way he was staring at me.

"It's just…" He pursed his lips, thinking of the right word. "I've known you since we were in elementary school….and you've never let a girl push you around."

"It's like you were scared of her, or something." Emmett added.

I groaned, "I know! She just...she just does something to me. I was screwed from the very start."

"Yep." Jasper nodded.

"You must have known she was different—look at the way you reacted to her. Didn't that stop you from making that stupid agreement?" Emmett asked.

"No…" I sighed, "I was stupid. I didn't think it was possible for me to get in over my head."

"How did that agreement happen anyway?" Jasper asked.

I chuckled involuntarily, when the memory resurfaced, "It happened that night."

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"Well I'm thoroughly exhausted," She said, flinging herself back on the beach chair. I sat down next to her legs.

"Same here," I wiped my wet hair from my face, "I haven't been this sore in a while."

"You're such a baby," She laughed, sitting up a little.

"That's cruel." I glared at her playfully, and she grinned at me. I almost fainted from how beautiful she looked when she smiled.

She shrugged, giggling, "You thought I was going to suck at surfing. You made a snap judgment—we're even now."

I laughed, "Not really—girls can't really surf."

She sat up straight, narrowing her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips, "Did you not just see me kick your ass?"

I feigned shock, "What do you mean? I'm pretty sure I remember kicking your ass out there!"

"Oh please! You fell off your board most of the time." Her eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Shut up," I laughed, "I did no such thing. I may have fallen a couple of times," She snorted a laugh, "But! You fell down more than I did. Someone as clumsy as you really shouldn't be surfing."

She scoffed, "I'm not clumsy."

"Prove it," I replied, mocking her earlier words.

"Watch me."

She stood up gracefully, and walked a few feet away. There was a thin railing there, about an inch wide. It looked something like a balance beam, only much…much thinner. She smiled at the expression on my face.

"I'm going to walk across it without losing my balance, or sticking my arms out." She used her hands to hoist herself up, planting one foot ahead of the other. She walked forward slowly, the wind playing with her hair, but not affecting her balance at all. She reached the end of the railing, and hopped off, before bowing fluidly.

I clapped, my face sarcastic.

"Thank you, thank you. Your kindness is wildly underappreciated." She grinned, as she blew kisses in the air.

"Not impressed." I replied, nonchalantly.

Her eyes widened, "Oh really? Let's see you do that!"

"Is that a challenge?"

"How about…" she said thoughtfully, before narrowing her eyes, a smirk on her lips, "Hell yes!"

I shrugged. How hard could it be?

I pulled on the strings on my trunks to make sure they were on tight. She laughed easily at that, earning a warning glare from me. The beam was up to my waist, so I climbed onto it. I crouched down at first, adjusting my feet position before slowly standing up.

One thing was on my mind: how the hell did she do this?

I glanced at her, and she was watching me, amused. Her eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration, and I knew she was trying not to laugh. I ignored her unspoken insult and slowly walked across the railing.

I had to impress her. I had to. It wasn't even an option to fail.

I was a few feet away from victory, when I heard her let out a small giggle. I whipped my head around, and watched as her eyes widened in shock, and she laughed uncontrollably. The force of me turning around caused me to lose balance, and I fell in a heap on the sand below. Her laugh grew even more uncontrollable.

I moaned, rubbing my elbow. I officially hated sand now. It was in my hair, and I'm pretty sure it was even in my shorts.

She stood over me, her lips curved up in a smile. It was breathtaking. I couldn't believe that I was able to meet her, "Epic fail," She whispered, giggling.

I scoffed, "You distracted me. I can do that easily if you didn't cheat."

"Whatever," She rolled her eyes, "You were about to fall. That's why I laughed."

"You were trying to jeopardize my kicking of your ass," I laughed.

She glared down at me, "I'll have you know that I did no such thing." She crossed her arms. Her eyes glinted dangerously, "So, how does the sand feel?"

"You tell me," I replied nonchalantly, a plan formulating in my mind.

She blinked, "What?" Before she was able to say anymore, I grabbed her arm and pulled her down. Sand sprayed everywhere when she fell and she groaned.

"Urrgh…" She moaned, rubbing her back. She turned to me, and punched me on my chest, "What the hell was that for."

"First of all, stop with the violence, woman!" I replied, teasingly, "And I didn't want to be made fun of by a girl."

She frowned, "Getting all sexist, huh?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"So you're saying that men are better than women?" She asked, calmly.

"…Er…I guess so." I mumbled, almost afraid of her calm voice.

"I bet ten bucks that women are better than men."

"How so?"

"We can make men do whatever we want."

"Impossible," I scoffed.

"Here, I'll tell you to do something absolutely disgusting, and you'll agree to it."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

Before I could blink, she had moved closer to me. Her eyes peeked out from beneath her think lashes. Her voice was husky in my ear, "I want you to go make out with the bartender."

"What? Hell no!" I exclaimed.

She pulled my face to look at her, and my breath caught in my throat. She was only a few inches away from me. "Please?" She pouted just a little bit, but it was enough to make my mind hazy.

"Wha…what?"

She moved a little closer, her lips an inch away from mine. "Will you do that for me?"

"….yes," I murmured, leaning closer to kiss her.

But then she moved away, laughing. "Hah, in your face!"

I blinked.

What the hell just happened?

"….what just happened?" I asked, cautiously.

"I won the bet. You owe me ten bucks." She smiled, dancing around.

"That was low." I shook my head, "Even for you."

"It was ingenious," she corrected, "And it worked like a charm." She snapped her fingers.

How did this girl have this kind of effect on me? It occurred to me that I didn't even know her name.

"Okay, I'll give you ten bucks if you give me something."

She stopped dancing, looking at me curiously, "I won a bet, I don't owe you anything."

"But I did decide to go surfing with you, so yes, you owe me something. And I fell off a railing because of you, so you technically owe me two things."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Hm…" She sighed, before sitting down, cross-legged in front of me, "Okay. You name it."

"One," I began. She sucked in a breath, "Your name."

Her eyes widened, "What's two?"

"Your number."

She sighed heavily. I could see something raging in her mind.

"I..." She began, exhaling, "I can't give you my name."

My mind didn't compute what she said. "What?"

"I can't give you my name." She repeated, stronger now. I'm pretty sure I felt my heart plummet to the ground.

"…What?"

She shrugged, not answering me. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours.

"So this is it then?" I said finally, "Today? That's all we get?"

"Not necessarily." She said, thoughtfully. My heart moved up an inch.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's make an agreement." She replied, looking at me seriously.

"What kind of agreement?" I asked.

"This summer," She smiled, "Will be ours. As in, if you want to see me again...we will."

"Okay…" I liked where this was going.

"But that's it."

"Huh?"

"Do I have to spell it all out for you?" She groaned.

"You're not making any sense…" I argued.

"Fine." She sighed, "We'll be together this summer - anywhere you or I want to go, we'll go together. Just a summer romance, I guess. No strings attatched. But there will be no names involved. We can't share any of our personal details - like our address, our friends, our family. I'll give you our phone number - it would be impossible to keep in touch if I didn't - but I'll change it when August comes around. When summer ends…we do too." She finished softly.

I must have heard it wrong, "Wait, let me make sure what I'm hearing is what you're saying." She nodded slowly, "I can ask you out right now, and you will say yes." She smiled and nodded. "You'll give me your phone number, but not your name."

"Yes."

"We'll last the entire summer, but it'll be over once summer ends. When it ends, we act like it never happened."

She pursed her lips, "Exactly."

I didn't understand why there were so many guidelines, but the look on her face told me that she wasn't going to change her mind. I knew that this would have been the perfect oppurtunity for me. It wasn't a rebound relationship, nor was it long term. After my disastrous break up with Jessica, I could use an escape for a little while. And this was the only way I could do that.

And in any case, I wanted to be with her. In any way that she would have me—I'd be only her friend if she'd only let me that. A summer? That was three months. Three months with her. That should be enough. I'd….I'd be over her by the end of the summer. I'd have a passionate summer romance, and in the end, it'll disappear. What did I have to lose?

"What will I call you then?"

She thought for a second, before answering, "Marie."

"Marie?" I repeated, tasting the name.

"Yeah," She smiled, "It's my middle name."

I guessed it was only appropriate to tell her my middle name, "Then call me by my middle name.."

"And what would that be?"

"Anthony."

She repeated it, "Anthony." She smiled, "Okay, Anthony."

I hated my middle name, but as it left her lips, I suddenly liked it a whole lot better. I secretly wished she'd say my real name—Edward.

"So, what do you think?" She asked, her eyes burning a hole in me.

I smiled a little, "Okay."

She held out her hand. "I'm in." She whispered.

I grasped her hand and shook it, "Me too."

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"Damn," Emmett replied, "The way she explained it made it sound like a pretty good deal."

"I know," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "It should have just been a summer thing. Falling in love wasn't part of the plan."

"You can't blame yourself," Jasper soothed, "She sounds pretty damn perfect."

I lifted my gaze. "Not that I think of her that way!" He stammered, looking at me a little scared.

I groaned again, "What am I going to do? There's no way for me to find her."

Emmett patted my shoulder, "Don't worry." He assured, "We'll help."

"You will?" I said, incredulously.

"Help you find the girl you're in love with?" Jasper laughed, "Hell yeah!"

A smile flashed across my face as I said, "We're going to find her." I paused, staring at them seriously, "We have to."

A/N: I hope you like it! I'd love to get many reviews for this—I enjoyed writing this more than any other story, and I'd love it more if you guys loved it.

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IMPORTANT NOTE: SHOULD THIS BE A FOURSHOT/FIVESHOT or A FULL BLOWN STORY? Please pm me or review with your answer!

IMPORTANT NOTE#2: SHOULD I FINISH THIS STORY/UPDATE THIS STORY or SHOULD I UPDATE/FINISH SUNSETS AND CAR CRASHES FIRST

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Number of Pages: 15

Number of Words: 4,324

Completed: Yes

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