Jessica Adams has everything every girl wants except for the perfect guy. She’s smart, pretty, and everything else in between and she’s as innocent as she is friendly. Everything in her life seemed to be in the perfect place until she meets Francis. Francis Bing is a handsome, funny, sarcastic, and an annoying know-it-all. From the first they met, everything was fine but the next time, they were driving each other insane. They can’t literally be in the same room together or else all hell breaks loose. What would happen when they get the chance in a lifetime to make their dreams come true but all in exchange for them to work together? Will they make it through hell? Will they win everything and each other’s hearts?

[a story] in which an ailing girl checks off everything on her bucket list with a little help from her weirdly attractive neighbor. [spiritual #8 // short story #41] WARNING: this shit is cheesy as hell i wanna gouge my eyes out

❝And, in that moment, she started to wonder how soft her lips would feel against her own and what they would taste like, but she didn’t kiss her, because she didn’t want a pity kiss, she wanted a kiss that would embody every joke, every hug, every tear, every night spent spooning, every ice cream gallon shared between the two. So Allison Reed didn’t kiss Lydia that night, but something had changed between the two.❞ In which Allison Reed realizes that maybe she hasn't been giving her love to the right person all along. [An "Eleven O'Clock Number" one-shot]

in which Emma attempts to write in the unmatchable world of eleven o'clock number

❝Loving is not accepted. Love brought her here.❞

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

This is a small compilation of poems I write at night, which is mostly when I'm most creative. Topics can vary throughout the book, but I really do hope you guys enjoy it.

{to be honest} or at least a try Non-Fiction #15 Poetry #40 09/12/2013

"cause if one day you wake up and find that your missing me. and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be. thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet. and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street."

❝"Aber sie trägt Jeans im Sommer und Shorts im Winter", "Sie genießt ihr Leben."❞ Short Story #3 Teen Fiction #30