through her scars, he counted the times she needed him and he wasn't there. there were eleven.

After years of being picked on and thrown around like rag dolls, Ashton Irwin and Edith George finally decide that enough is enough. They don't want to feel like pathetic waste's of space any longer. Their suffering needs to end and so does Luke Hemmings and his army of so called 'Popular's. © han 2014

A boy never forgot about the things that made him crazy. He just watched them burn.

COMPLETED | Just like the snowflakes falling from the sky, he was precious. At the same time, delicate and fragile.

“The way I think of it, rain is like love: when it comes around, some people embrace it, and some people reject it.” copyright © 2014 @hereformrstyles

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?