g'night psycho, I thought to myself. There was a split second where I wondered who I was talking to, the invisible boy spooning me from behind...or me..the girl who somehow managed to summon him back from the darkest corners of dream world.

written 2007

[COMPLETE] Updated December 1st, 2016. This is a story about a rich boy who thought he had everything, a poor girl from the projects who had to work hard for whatever she got, and how they found all they ever wanted and more - with each other. Original unedited version. *FAIR WARNING* This story is cliche to the highest level! [Cover credits: the amazing Stone Gold of Wattpad!]

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