They laugh. They point. They whisper. It all started the first day of high school when Zoey was invited to a party that was being thrown by her crush. Zach,

"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?

One harmless song turned into something so much more. [This book deals with the reality of depression, it needs to be brought to our attention. The outcome once this this is finished is to show you the true beauty you withhold. Some parts may be graphic as you get farther into the book, just a warning. Stay strong, I just want to help you with what you may be experiencing.]

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

In which a fan introduces Ashton Irwin to the world of fanfiction. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo

A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person, for you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces.

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

It was displayed as the only escape, but the distance put between these two broken souls held a greater consequence.