"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

Dear Calum, You're a waste of space. -

Dear Luke, I hate you, so much.

"you make me sick" "oh, really? you make me even sicker" _ a story about two teenagers going from mortal enemies to lovers

Dear Ashton, Don't come back.

❝boys like him don't fall in love with sad girls.❞

"top or bottom?" "ex-excuse me?" "do you want the top bunk or bottom bunk?" in which luke has a dirty mind as well as a crush on his roommate. tops!michael bottoms!luke - © 2016 | -riptidemuke | all rights reserved.

⚠️TW: Mention of abuse, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts. Read at your own risk.⚠️ - He needed someone to make his ex-girlfriend jealous I needed someone to get my crush to notice me Neither of us thought that Faking It would lead to something real

Their story isn't a romcom. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2016 by dimplefeels

"But kissing you could be my new addiction." au.