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+ 1	Daydreamer (Chapter Two)
+ 3	Unwritten (Chapter Six)
+ 8	Unwritten (Chapter Five)
+ 7	Unwritten (Chapter Four)
+ 5	Daydreamer
+ 6	Unwritten (Chapter Three)
+ 7	Unwritten (Chaper Two)
+ 7	Unwritten (Chapter One)
+ 9	Unwritten (Prologue)

Dear Oliva,

I miss you! I wish you were here to see all the beautiful sites! God I'm sure everything would look twice as beautiful if you were at my side, smiling. The tower is a wonderful place to be at sunset (I took a picture for you!). Can't wait to see you!

XOXO,

Clearance

P.s. I miss you more then you miss me.

I smiled at the letter I was holding. I sighed, I don't deserve a friend like him. He tells me he loves me so many time and I turn him down each time. I'm a horrible person for letting him stay at the wing, waiting for me to fall in love with him. 

I jumped off my bed and looked around my room. The lime green walls Clearance and I painted, the thousands of pictures that Clearance took to 'save for a rainy day'. I laughed at myself. Here I was standing in the middle of my room staring at a wall.

"Oliva! Jess!" Mom called from the bottom of the stairwell. I sighed walking out my of my bedroom.

"What do you think she what's now?" Jess mummbled under his breath obviously paranoid. I gave him a shut-it look and he just shrugged. Jess and me stood at the top of the stairs. "What?" Jess asjed rolling his eyes.

"Well, we're having dinner guests and I would like it if you don't have an attitude for God's sake!" Mom snapped. I hid a giggle by coughing. "And Olivia, Dear, wear a skrit and a nice blouse," Mom's sweet tone came back when she turned to her perfect good-two-shoes daughter, a.k.a me.

"Okay, Mom," I replied. "Who are the dinner guests anyway?" I asked.

"The Firestones," Mom said. My mouth dropped to the floor. The Firestones were coming to our house for dinner? The Firestones were like royal in our teny-tiny town, they were the richest, most respected people here and they were all so strangly beatiful. Even the father (Dan Firestone) and his son (Ashton Firestone) were beyond man-pretty.

Jess burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Nice joke!" he wheezed in between laughs when he gasped for air.

Our Mom was a chubby stout women with frizzy auburn hair the went everywere with peircing green eyes under her pixie-like eyebrows and she had a sharp tough and short temper to match. "No joke, Jess. No go upstairs and get a tie on before I put it on for you!" she yelled. That's when I finnally noticed what she was wearing, a black number that flaired out.

Jess turned on his heel murmuring about somthing to do with the Firestones but I didn't catch what he was saying. "Do you want me to change now too?" I asked fearing that she might yell at me too.

"Yes," Mom said. I quickly turned and walked away quickly. "And do somthing with your hair!" She called as I shut my door.

I quickly scanned my room looking for my electric blue skrit and white blouse. I scartched my head opening my closet and started flinging clothes out.

Finnally after taring half my closet apart I found them 5 minutes later, I looked at my floor whitch was now covered in clothes so you couldn't see the black carpet. "At least I'll have somthing to do after our dinner guests leave I mumbled. "Now, I'll do somthing with this darn hair," I said, thinking out loud.

I quickly ran into the bathroom across the hall not even bothering to shut the door and grabbed my straightning iron and started the painful job of 'doing somthing' with my hair.

When I was almost done, I heard footsteps coming up the stair. I sighed in releif, Mom could help me do the rest, besides my hand was getting tired. "I'm in the bathroom!" I called. "Thank God! You can help me with the rat's nest of hair I have!"

"That would be hard considering that I don't know a thing about hair,"a deep voice with a hint of british accent said from behind me. I screamed dropping the straighning iron on my foot which made me scream in pain as I turned around to face the person with the hint of british accent. "Oh I'm terribly sorry!" said a man a foot taller then me with surfer boy blonde hair, with shining green eyes, over the eyes were a set of elegant eyebrows (not the thick brows of men or the tiny femimen brows of women, but some wher in between), he had a strong jaw also and amazing long black eyelashes any girl would kill for. "I didn't mean to give yoou a scare, or carch you doing your hair either," he blushed picking up my iron.

"Who-o-o a-a-re you-u-u?" I sputtered pointing my finger at him. I knew this was impolite but he was so unbeleivable I had too.

"Ashton Firestone," he replied. I stared, Ashton looked like a Gawd. That was all I could think about.

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