"I don't care much about anything anymore, but holy crap do I care about you" © ashtive, 2015

alright, students. your final project is due a month from today. i'd like you to take a picture of the most beautiful thing you can find.

"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?

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

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

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

Mia Jane Scott was the girl who wanted to be a writer. She was the girl who spilled hot coffee all over Ashton Irwin. She was the girl who stole Ashton Irwin's heart. Ashton Irwin was the boy who played drums in the band 5SOS. He was the boy who wrote letters to a girl. He was the boy who was in love. Somehow they always found themselves asking, 'Is this going to be my happy ending or are we just throwing paper planes? ✔Completed •Sequel might be happening but I'm not sure•