I'm building a tower pill by pill Making arrangements for my will I'm building a tower pill by pill Trying to get a good fill Getting involved with drugs was never something he intended to do, never something he saw coming his way. But with an addiction stronger than any fighter, why bother trying to battle against it? And why should some new kid make him want to change? © Copyright 2015 ChangeFate

i've always had a neighbor he never talks never leaves his house and his fence is nearly nine feet tall that is until it has to be taken down

teacher!luke fell in love with daddy!michael.

Michael is looking for a new start and a way to manage his anger issues when he moves back to Sydney, leaving his mum behind, and moves in with his former best friend, Ashton. Unfortunately, Michael finds that starting over is much more difficult than he expects; Michael doesn't expect that there'd be a boy so timid Michael can't even raise his voice around him, and Michael certainly doesn't expect to care. But he does care, and if Michael doesn't learn to control his anger soon, Luke Hemmings might slip away--and Michael can't let that happen. Highest rank: Fanfiction #19

michael and luke didn't like school, but they liked each other. private school fanfic

Michael lives his life on routine. Where it's just one beating after another in so many ways. Luke has only ever known his friends and doesn't really care for people. But he wants nothing more than to help Michael. Michael has a secret past filled with misery which no one has been let in on. This has led to Michael never trusting anyone. Luke's here to change all that even if a few things get in the way.

I live in an apartment with my two best mates. He lives with his two, aggressive older siblings. I play football. He plays the gutair. Im a Devil from Heavan. He's an Angel from Hell. But we have one thing common. We're both just hidden in the shadows...

@michaelclifford started following you @michaelclifford commented on your photo "damn daddy" started 10/14/16 completed 07/27/17

3:00am; the hour of the devil. michael clifford, the devil himself. | Copyright © mgcthood, All rights reserved 2014

"What are you still doing awake?" Luke asks, nose still scrunched up, but eyes finally open halfway. He looks soft and rumpled, like a kitten or something. "You're not smoking, are you?" "'Course not," Michael drops the cigarette from the window subtly and smiles.