[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod. - I had no idea how much that short nod would change my sophomore year. And maybe that was good. My name is Emmy and I fell for Michael Clifford. Really hard. ~ all rights to pizzaboyluke ~

They were living the dream, four boys travelling the world, preforming in front of thousands; not a care in the world, other than keeping their instruments in tune and their hair on point. She was alone, living on her own, basically, with a family who wanted nothing to do with her. She was trying to be strong, aways covering her pain and loneliness with a fake smile, always repeating the words, "I'm fine," which no one could see through, until they come unexpectedly come into her life. She is shown that it's okay to be broken, and that it's alright to cry once in a while. She is shown that she is worth something.