a story about a boy and his family vacationing at an eerie lake house and falling in love with a stranger.

"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking as they rested on the table. "You have a dark spirit following you." Who knew from that day, Michael's world would get turned upside down, all by a dark spirit named Luke Hemmings.

"I think that skirt would look really pretty on you." "I-It isn't for me..." "Are you sure? Forgive me; the pink Vans and daisy flower crown misguided my judgment." All Rights Reserved.© WriteDrunk 2014. Completed.

Maybe failing Calculus II wasn't a bad thing after all. [lashton] [[teacherxstudent]] [[[smut]]] poorly written. m'sorry. ©kenspov 2014

"he only comes outside when it rains."

❝cool watch.” “are you a dad?” “yeah.”

; the one where michael falls in love with his bus driver. (highest rank; #299 in short story)

in which luke doesn't smile and michael wants to change that. © All Rights Reserved.

"What are you still doing awake?" Luke asks, nose still scrunched up, but eyes finally open halfway. He looks soft and rumpled, like a kitten or something. "You're not smoking, are you?" "'Course not," Michael drops the cigarette from the window subtly and smiles.