Love You Forever *COMPLETED*

Avery Jones is your average high school student. No one's ever asked her out, but when her crush, Preston Corvette does, she imagines a perfect life together. For a while it goes that way, but when Avery and Preston get into a huge fight they break up. Avery moves away, hoping never to see him again. But nothing goes as planned when she gets bullied at her new school with no friends to help her through, bad grades, and a popular girl who hates her. Nothing could go worse, right? Wrong! What happens when Preston, her old boyfriend, shows up as the new student?


6. Chapter 6


I was in a pretty good mood as I drove home today.

I smiled as I opened the door.

"I'm home!!!" I called.

My sister ran into the foyer. "Hey, Preston!" She cried. "How was your date?" She teased me.

"It, Alice." I was vaguely aware of the huge grin on my face.

Alice smirked. "You are such a bad liar!" She shrieked.

"MOM!!!!!!!!!" She called. "Preston in luv!!!!!"

"Alice!" I growled.

Mom stuck her head into the foyer and with one look at my face burst into a huge grin identical to Alice's.

They both look alike with long brown hair and brown eyes.

My brothers, Carter, James, Kevin and I look like Dad with our blond hair and green eyes.

"Pres, that's so sweet!" Mom cried. She nearly squashed me in a hug then ruffled my hair, making it even shaggier than usual.

"Mom!" I cried. I reached up fix my hair. It was a lost cause. As soon as I touched it, my bangs fell straight into my face.

Mom and Alice dragged me into our giant living room.

"Oh, my little boy's getting older!" Mom fussed over me as the triplets told Alice about Avery.

I smiled and my mother's warm brown eyes sparkled. Even with the crinkles around the edges, she was still beautiful.

Mom was a single parent. I really didn't know how she managed such a rowdy family on her own.

Our father had died when Mom was expecting Alice.

I was four and Carter, Kevin and James were two.

Dad had died in a train crash. He had fallen off the bridge and into the water...1...2...3 km below. So, yeah.

If you think you about it, I'm exactly like Dad. And I mean, exactly.

Same structure, same features, hair style and color, same eye color, expressions, personality, same attitude, and same thoughtful, calm eyes.

No wonder Mom always looks so sad whenever she sees me. I'm just a smaller replica of my father.

"Mom," I suddenly burst out.


"How do you manage all five of us?"

The house was silent except the ticking of the clock. That's practically a world record for us. It's never been this quiet.

"I love you and care about all of you, Pres. Love can help you do anything."

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