NOT MINE!!! I don't own this story; all credit goes to the original author SoloChaos on ao3 Trigger warning: suicide/sexual abuse/mature content Make sure you have some tissues....

Kuroo Tetsurou, a 17 year old from Perth, WA. Kenma Kozume, a 16 year old from Minnesota, USA. 10,523 Miles apart. Kozume Kenma, a young Instagram star who post's aesthetic photos, outfits only a few people could hold up. A gamer girl who has an account that no one she knew personally should ever find. A girl who was born wrapped in baby blue, a girl who's skirt collection is far too beautiful to be hidden away in boxes. Tetsurou Kuroo, a teen who's working part time at a pizza restaurant. A boy who's social life is full, a boy who'd often times rather stay at home, browsing the Internet. Social media, truly a great place. A place for people to communicate, to explore, to discover. They started as acquaintances. They moved to friends, the friendzone sucks, they say it's a cage that you can never escape, but does that really apply? Kubroo_tetsubrou: >Hey, I like your account, your skirts are really cute xkenmu: >thank you |xkenmu followed you| 『☆G É L E N A U☆』

❝i've been in love with you for three years, bokuto, and i never risked myself for telling you the truth. instead, i only uttered denial statements. i might be stupid, a coward, or might be smart, i don't know.❞ ― lowercase intended

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

their life was like a fairytale. their love was magical. but eventually things change. tw!! includes mentions of death, sexual content. ©️hqheaven 2016