‹ Prequel: Just Like You
Status: In progress.
Lousy Truth
(formally; The Truth)
It's been a month and a half since Oli Sykes walked off with Amanda. It's been a month since Quinn Johnson cared.
Now she's heading out on her UK tour with her best friends and some surprising old friends. She's ready to face whatever's going to be thrown at her and she's gonna be able to handle it.
Or that's what she tells herself when the sun is out. But when the lights are out and she's alone in bed, her heart keeps calling out for her summer love, the one she refuses to think too long on.
She's left her tear stained sheets at home and she's ready to discover a new world. Hopefully one without one boy who can make her world turn upside down.
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Again, all the lyrics belong to Ke$ha because I'm still terrible at lyrics and all forms of poetry. I do not own Ke$ha's lyrics, Oliver Skyes, David Blaise, or any of the other famous people mentioned in this story. Cause if I did, they'd be my love slaves and I'm pretty sure that's illegal.
It's been a month and a half since Oli Sykes walked off with Amanda. It's been a month since Quinn Johnson cared.
Now she's heading out on her UK tour with her best friends and some surprising old friends. She's ready to face whatever's going to be thrown at her and she's gonna be able to handle it.
Or that's what she tells herself when the sun is out. But when the lights are out and she's alone in bed, her heart keeps calling out for her summer love, the one she refuses to think too long on.
She's left her tear stained sheets at home and she's ready to discover a new world. Hopefully one without one boy who can make her world turn upside down.
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Again, all the lyrics belong to Ke$ha because I'm still terrible at lyrics and all forms of poetry. I do not own Ke$ha's lyrics, Oliver Skyes, David Blaise, or any of the other famous people mentioned in this story. Cause if I did, they'd be my love slaves and I'm pretty sure that's illegal.