"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...
Avery: What did you text me back? Am I just that likeable? Michael: Nah, you just have nice boobs. {completed}
She sings when she's home alone; he asks her to keep it down. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2015 by dimplefeels
Rebecca has always had a rough time in life, she's in and out of therapy for years, but so has Michael Clifford, the Australian boy in the grade above her. When Michael all of a sudden begins to talk to Rebecca, she freaks out and is very confused, but her feelings towards the boy begin to change as they become closer...