i'm only a 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 for you, and maybe you're too good for me. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. . . for all of 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭's life, all he has ever known is hating 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚. for the past decade, their entire friend group has had to put up with nothing but constant bickering, pointless arguments, and childish name calling from the pair. they can not pass by one another in the hallway without putting forth the effort of a nasty look. it's when aurora begins to explore a relationship with her longtime crush that the two begin to feel things that they had not noticed before. before they know it, they are competing with one another to prove that they care less about the other while fighting the truth about their growing feelings. through the mess of it all, they only fall harder for each other. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝ you know, there's a thin line between love and hate, matt. ❞ ❝ are you trying to say i'm in love with you? ❞ ❝ possibly. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 💌 MATT STURN X FEM!OC © louis-core 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 2023! mature themes + strong language

The awkward, lonely girl with no friends has always isolated herself at the back of the classroom finds it hard to fit in. She's put a barrier between herself and people. Will she ever let anyone in? Will the blue-eyed popular boy finally break through her exterior? Her heart is closed, set on keeping it stone. Her past haunts her, lingering wherever she goes. Her one rule: never get attached, nor let herself love. She seals and locks away her emotions, depriving herself of human emotions. Can Ethan Winchester warm her soul? ~~~ "You can't do that," she tells me, I got the hint crystal clear that she doesn't want me. My anger starts to build and suddenly I have the urge to get out of here, to get away from her. "Why not, eh?" I ask, my eyes full of building rage. I'm getting tired of feeling like this. "Because" she starts, "because..." she can't finish her sentence, because there is no reason. She just likes being a cold bitch towards me. I grab her hand again, and she jerks it back from me, "just give me your hand." She hesitates for a moment before letting me take it again, "you want to know what you do to me Emory Rose, this," I place her palm over my trousers, "this is what you fucking do to me." Her hand rests on the bulge in my pants waiting to break free, just the feel of her delicate hand on my dick could fill me, satisfying me for the night.

"For me, they were home." A love story, in more ways than one. Friends to Lovers Just read :) *No sexualizing at all!! Only romanticizing :)*