Lance McClain was burdened with a lot of things; anxiety, fretful thoughts, a bad home life... But his obsession with stars was not, what he'd consider, a burden. He was infatuated with gazing upon those burning balls of plasma, situated million of miles away from his touch. Lance would take up any offer just to stare at them, even when handed the slimmest of chances. Even when - realistically - there wasn't a way to see them. Even if the only spot to see stars were in a city, with hundreds of other artificial lights surrounding him, drowning out the natural brilliance of the real lights strung up far in the sky above. Stars offered him a comfort that no one else could - he much rather preferred the purple and blue tint of the sky compared to the marks of purple and blue on his skin. He himself was blue; figuratively, yes, but he also cherished the colour and adorned it on many of his things. So when a certain red mixes in with his life and offers him guidance and support, will a new meaning of colour embellish their lives? a/n: I did not create these characters or 'Voltron: Legendary Defender'. Credit to creation of such characters like those mentioned in my fanfic go to Dreamworks.

"You're our bodyguard? Seriously? You're a girl. She's a girl. She can't protect us. How old are you? Sixteen?" "Michael... she looks like she is about to flip shit. I think you should shut the hell up before you end up on your ass." "Well, your band mate, Luke, is not wrong. For your information, I am twenty-one years old and just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I can't kick some ass. So, Mr. Clifford, would you like to keep running your mouth?"

"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

Remember that dumb promise we made? "We'll keep our virginities for each other." Yeah, I kept it.

In which a popular boy who cares too much about his reputation meets a girl who hates attention.

She only had earbuds, peanut butter cookies and a good book. .. {Michael Clifford fanfiction} {I MADE THIS A LONG TIME AGO SO MY WRITING HAS GOTTEN BETTER !!!}

"I'm never coming home." She whispered, putting the phone down.

ɪnˈseɪn/ adjective in a state of mind which prevents normal perception, behaviour, or social interaction; seriously mentally ill. "he had gone insane"

"I was far dead before I decided to die." ©pale Outerspxce 2015

two teenagers meet, color their hair, and maybe fall in love.