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Realistic or Modern How the hell did I fall for you!

JellyFairy

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Have you heard of the Brocks?--Of course! Who hasn't! Everyone knows of the Brocks. They're known for their well-education and prestigious living, bringing up only stars and gifted. For generations they had nothing but fame and popularity.

They are the town's pride and treasure.




You just moved in one month ago and got to know them one by one as the days passed, stealing a glimpse of them in the park or restaurants. But no matter what he couldn't seem to get around them. They are too bright for you. There are four of them, all with their individual talents and reputation. All four boys are dreamy and almost perfect. Unfortunately for you, someone who has never been in a relationship had a crush on the second eldest. He is an art student, famous for his unique passionate style in painting and gentle personality. He may be a little air headed at times but everything else is charming about him. You builds the courage to confess and somehow messes it up, or he misunderstood you.


He thought you wanted to confess to his youngest brother, and came asking for help. You are then caught up in the worst situation you could imagine. The youngest was the worst; unlike them all he had the ugliest personality, attitude and reputation. He was good at nothing but picking fights and getting suspended. Blissful and joyed he instantly agreed to help--finally there was someone who liked his brother. You couldn't resist and was forced to go along with it.


You never thought he could work it out, but he did, somehow. He got his little brother into going out with you. And since you didn't want this in the first place you explained everything, asked he would clear this up and help you, which was your biggest mistake. He gave you two options: Be his slave and he will help. Or not and wish your dreams goodbye. With no other choice you accept to be his overworked slave.


Your days now are filled with hardship and sufferings. You're spending your precious time with him until you could win the other's heart.


 
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Well that's great. You can create your character and get started right away.


 
I like your character. She is really cute! How do you want us to begin?
 
[QUOTE="wizard justin]Idk how to start.

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Okay, I'll start.


 
The deciduous yellowish leaves lightly fell. Gentle breeze brushed through his blond hair. Another day the delinquent had to deal with the princess and her quest for love. Neither interested nor willing he never wanted any part of this, yet had to play a role. What misfortune. He could have been home lying around doing nothing. Still, he had his own personal servant, so in a way it was worth it. Crossing his arms to show disinterest he stood waiting for the little miss, counting the seconds and seeing how he would make her pay for the late arrival. 'You better be ready for it,' he muttered under his breath.
 
Jess ran to the meeting spot she slept Late and forgot about the meeting. She finally arrived and tried to be close to on time. "I'm sooo sorry, I slept in." She said and sighed. She had her sundress on and wondered what he may do. To her he was so unpredictable.
 
Alistair unfolded his arms and flicked her forehead. 'I'm the one who is supposed to be late, Princess. You're the slave, remember?' He shook his head in complete disappointment and began thinking he might have had the most useless underling. It wasn't the time for regretting though, according to their agreement he had to help her yet again after countless trails to conquer his brother's heart. He had a plan and hoped it would succeed. But first thing first, he pointed at the vending machine and jerked his chin. 'Get me a drink and bring it over that bench over there.' Not a minute wasted he left and sat down to be served.
 
Jess sighed as he was giving her a lecture she might have zoned out once or twice but once she ordered him she ran to the vending mechine and got a water and gave it to him. She didn't like being his slave but he promised her the deal so she had to stay with their agreement.
 
Planned ahead a devilish smile snuck from his heart. He stared at the bottle just for a second and looked up at her. 'I'm sorry; did I mention I didn't want water but soda?' Alistair enjoyed torturing her to no end. He motioned to the exit and his eyes suggested something. 'I hate sodas from vending machines. Get me one from the convenience store.' Wanting to peck at her dignity more and push her to the edge he took the bottle and threw it behind in the trees. 'But first find the water. Make sure you're here in...' He took out his phone and checked the time. '10 minutes.'
 
Jess sighed and started running to get the water then she put it in her pocket. That took 2 minutes then she ran to the store which took 4 minutes then bought his soda that took 2 then came back in 4 she was exhausted her skinny legs can hardly handle running a lot.
 

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