"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

Cecelia goes to the park every day and sees a shadow near her. That shadow belongs to Calum.

"god, i hate putting up lights." he said to himself. "just don't fall off the roof, dumbass." she mumbled. |christmas short story| ©All Rights Reserved | shirtlesscalum [lower case intended.]

❝Once you lose someone, it is never the same exact person who comes back.❞ Highest Ranking: #112 in Short Story (01/11/2015) Date of Writing: 01/06/2015 - 01/12/2015

"luke, i'm totally okay." "indie I know you're hurting. look, let me help you." in which a band member and a ballet dancer meet over bruises and apple juice. »tw//abuse«

he was a goner from the beginning. © 2016 | nvrmiind [this is a short story]

"now son. i'm only telling you this because life, can do terrible things." © 2015 by whattheclifford (for the epilogue) ALL CREDIT TO MAYDAY PARADE. [one sentence a chapter]

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Her hand slowly moved down to my manhood and my breathe quickened. She smirked bringing her lips to neck, then traveled them up letting her hot breathe hit my ear, "You know Luke," her hand slid over my manhood and I bit my lip, "Good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught." - All the boys needed to do was write a song. That's it, write a song and they'd get out of high school, and continue their tour. That's not so difficult. Just one song and it's bye-bye Texas. Yet, some of the boys get a little too caught up in the whole high school "experience". And Luke's got his eyes on a pretty "experience" with platinum blonde hair. {Editing}