Adora.

No matter what will happen, I’ll always love you…
I never thought I’d ever say that, but we are meant for each others.
We are star-crossed lovers Nicolas, and remember…

Age is nothing but a number…

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Disclaimer:
This is my brand new story. It is a fanfiction, featuring a French band Indochine. I know that many of you here never heard of them, but I'll really apreciate it if you could give it a try.
English isn't my native tongue, I'm learning it at school and French is my native tongue. So I want to apologize before hand for any mistake I might make.

I don't own the persons from the band, but I do own any other characters.
Steal anything from this story without asking, and I'll be sure to make your life a living hell.
You are warned...

Enough said,

Enjoy and feel free to drop a comment =]