Michael Clifford is the sweet, funny boy next door who is friend-zoned by the girl he's liked since second grade. Hope Taylor is the notorious girl behind the white picketed fence who has held his undivided attention for years. Going into their twelfth year of high school, Michael knows that he has to make her his this summer, but was having his best pal Luke Hemmings over at the same time as Hope a bad call? Michael's confident that Luke won't break the 'Bro Code', but only time will tell. Follow along in the twisting chapters that start as a 'cookie-cutter', cliché fanfic, and mold into a serious and concentrated book. This book will be mass edited shortly :)

"I'm Luke." "I know." "I'm Brooke," she smiled. I looked at her as if she was the best thing in the world. "I know," I smiled back. © 2014, vanillacid || All Rights Reserved. cover by me highest ranking: #36 in fanfiction

"i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens." (cover by elle)

COMPLETED | That was the thing about him– she never knew what he was thinking.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

Ever since they were little, Ashton and Calum's families spend their summer inside the beach house around the corner. But this year, that house will only be occupied by two. A lot has changed as time flew by, but they are still expecting this vacation to be a memorable one. This meant trying new things, possible summer flings, and unexpected meetings.

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

I met a boy who looked at me the way I had longed to be looked at my whole life. He was quiet and shy, yet passionate, determined and strong minded. The first time we met he gave me a shy smile and looked at me with his bright blue eyes. He made me laugh louder and smile wider than ever before. He’d wrap his arms around my waist in the moonlight and whisper all the things he wanted us to do and tell me things no one else knew. He memorized every part of me, my dreams and aspirations, fears, the sprinkle of freckles across my nose, insecurities, the scars I always kept hidden, how I'd always sing Beyonce in the shower even though I hated Beyonce, the way I laughed when I was nervous and how I would smile between kisses and bite my lip. But, he also made me just as frustrated at 4am when he was drunk and wouldn't stop calling me. Even more so when it’s the 3rd time that week. He started withdrawing from me, he'd tell me he was busy, with rehearsals, travelling or touring. He decided that it's time we both took a break because he can’t commit to me anymore, not while he's on tour at least. And then he would start sleeping with other girls, just to pass the time. Then he'd call me for the 4th time that week and tell me that he still loves me and that he thinks he might always love me. I'd believe him and go and meet him and drive miles and miles just to get to him, maybe even take a flight just to be near him, then we'd kiss all night and things would be how they were before. His calls started to become less frequent, his kisses less passionate when he called me to see him I would go but it was no longer making love when I saw him, it was just fucking. I was stuck wondering what I did wrong. And he was hating himself because his pathological fear of commitment made him fuck up the best thing that ever happened to him. This is my story of how I loved and lost the best thing that ever happened to me and all things inbetween, Luke Hemmings.

COMPLETED - 6. 20. 2014 // ❝why did you call me gorgeous?❞ ❝because you are❞ © captivitea [two-thousand-&-fourteen] ((caution: I wrote this when I was like 12 so excuse my terrible writing, and I apologize in advance lol))