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the new romantics โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” book one of tbd
" he brought her out of the shadows forever "
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๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐– ๐‘๐Ž๐Œ๐€๐๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐’.
invisible in more ways than just one, they thought they would never survive in a world like this. they both felt lost in completely different ways, but oddly they find what they've been missing in each other. and suddenly their world doesn't seem so bad. just as long as their in it together.

























































































































































...in which a girl that has been pushed aside her whole life gets noticed by an actor that everyone can't seem to get their eyes off of. Just from that one meeting her life gets completely altered and suddenly she's thrusted into the spotlight. She doesn't exactly know if she's cut out for this life, but she'll find out sooner or later.





























































































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BEING ACCUSTOMED to invisibility came hand in hand with being the middle child of the Olsen family. Poppy Olsen had never seemed to jump out to the public eye no matter how hard she tried. Her light has always been diminished by the spotlight that blasted from her three siblings. Poppy ached to shine just as bright as her sisters, but with every step she took, her sisters took five. She didn't understand it, she was outcasted without even doing anything wrong.

People admired her family, but it was as if she wasn't in the picture. Her teachers and peers sought out and appreciated the legacy that her older sister left behind. Usually, the next sibling would take her place but the youngest sister, Willow Olsen immediately filled Marjorie's shoes before Poppy could even try. Poppy stood by, watching all her family soar, while she was left wingless on the ground.

Poppy ached for people to delve into her life, to be actively interested in who she was as a person. But no one even tried. The people around her made her feel bland and boring as if she was meant for a dull and lackluster life. No one seemed to care about her, not her sisters, not her mother, no one. She was isolated and pushed to the side time and time again. It felt like it had been years since someone actually asked her about herself. At this point in her life, she thought no one would ever genuinely care about her and who she was.

The only person that even remotely cared about her was the youngest Olsen. Esty was a spitfire from the moment she turned four. Which was probably due to the fact she followed Poppy around like a lost puppy 24/7. Now being 10, the girl was the sassiest out of all her sisters. From the moment Poppy laid eyes on the shy two year old her mother decided to adopt without much discussion, the middle child decided that she was gonna protect her with everything in her. And eventually as the years went on and their other sisters began being the main focus of their mother's attention, Poppy was the only one who properly took care of her. Esty loved Poppy from the moment she met the girl, finding comfort in how the older girl took her under her wing and gave her the attention she craved. Esty was the only one that saw Poppy and loved her like a sister. That's what made their bond so strong. And poppy prayed that would never go away. She didn't know what she would do if Esty went over to the dark side.

Spending her spring break in Los Angeles with her family felt like a death trap. It would be just another trip where her aunts and uncles would fawn over her sisters and she would be shoved aside like she was a mere stranger. This trip was meant to be a time where she could disappear and spend most of her time at the beach, or in the garden with her grandma. Things were supposed to be quiet and solace. Nothing was meant to change.

But the moment she stepped off the plane, a gut feeling told her that was not how this break was going to go. Within a day, she was getting dragged to places she had never thought she would roam. The blinding lights of Los Angeles were something Poppy never thought she would experience. Being dragged to random parties by her grandma's two estranged neighbors, was something Poppy never wrote on her bucket list. But those girls unintentionally brought her into a life that wasn't hers.

She felt so out of place, she wanted to run, but something made her stop. She never thought someone would focus their attention on her. But by random chance, someone did. Poppy would never think that some movie star would actually find her interesting. But for the first time in her life, he saw her for who she was. He saw her in a crowded room and was determined to restore the light that had been diminished so long ago. And for that, she could never be more grateful.




















































































๐–๐€๐‘๐๐ˆ๐๐†๐’ !
โค๏ธŽ โ‡ข โ› ๐–ฒ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—†๐–บ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—
๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ, ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—Ž๐–บ๐—€๐–พ, ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ
๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ป๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ
๐—๐—๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—‚๐–ผ๐—Œ.












































































































๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐– ๐‘๐Ž๐Œ๐€๐๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐’ ๐‚๐€๐’๐“
๐ŸŒ—โœจโ›โ ”โ ‘๐ŸŒ—โœจโ›โ ”โ ‘๐ŸŒ—โœจโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”


๐๐Ž๐๐๐˜ ๐Ž๐‹๐’๐„๐...๐—„๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ
โ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ โž
โ” ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ...










๐€๐”๐†๐”๐’๐“ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐“๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐‹...๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ป๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡
โ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ป๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹ โž
โ” ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ...















๐Š๐„๐‹๐‹๐˜ ๐Œ๐€๐‘๐’...๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—… ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—
๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐‹๐€๐‡ ๐‹๐Ž๐‘๐„๐...๐–ป๐–พ๐—…๐—…๐–บ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ
๐‹๐”๐๐€ ๐‚๐Ž๐๐๐Ž๐‘๐’...๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐–บ ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ
๐‘๐˜๐€๐ ๐Œ๐€๐”๐‘๐˜...๐—€๐–บ๐–ป๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—… ๐—€๐—Ž๐–พ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ
๐‚๐˜๐‘๐”๐’ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐„๐‘...๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ
๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐Ž๐– ๐Ž๐‹๐’๐„๐...๐—ƒ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ ๐–บ๐—…๐–พ๐—‘๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
๐„๐’๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐‹๐’๐„๐...๐—†๐–บ๐—€๐—€๐—‚๐–พ ๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—“๐–บ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐— ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ
๐Œ๐€๐‘๐‰๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐„ ๐Ž๐‹๐’๐„๐...๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐—‚๐–พ๐—…๐—…๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐—‰๐–ป๐–พ๐—…๐—…
๐’๐ˆ๐Œ๐Ž๐ ๐’๐Œ๐ˆ๐“๐‡...๐–บ๐—…๐–พ๐—‘ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—๐—“๐–บ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡
๐Œ๐€๐‘๐ˆ๐„ ๐Ž๐‹๐’๐„๐...๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐—’ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€
๐๐„๐“๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐‹๐’๐Ž๐...๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐—‰๐–ป๐–พ๐—…๐—…
๐‘๐„๐„๐’๐„ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐“๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐‹...๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ
๐‰๐Ž๐’๐‡๐”๐€ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐“๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐‹...๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐— ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡






















๐—”๐—จ๐—ง๐—›๐—ข๐—ฅ๐—ฆ ๐—ก๐—ข๐—ง๐—˜.ย 

Hi really wanted to write an original story and I got the idea when I was watching some teen romcom. I've been wanting to write a story like this for a while, the famous person x nobody is a fun trope to play around with. I'm really excited for you guys to see it.

And I hope you guys see and love all the Taylor swift inspiration throughout the names and song choices. T swift inspired a lot of their relationship tbh. If Ivy and August were a Taylor swift album they'd be 1989! Just saying ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘

Thanks for reading!

started: 5/22/22
finished: tbd

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