"'Caution. Hotness at work. May spontaneously combust.' I read Ross' neon shirt with something akin to disgust, brushing back my hair and shooting him a glare. 'Really? Really, Ross? I hope you realize that no one's going to find you attractive when you're picking up trash from the ground with a stick.'" When Ross Al...
Cloitrés, ne pouvant communiquer, ils étaient seuls. La planche craqua et malgré les lois, ils se sont vus.
I hate you beyond words. You didn't only take a part of the person I love the most. But you also took a pinch of my soul.
They call us the Pyros. We are just like Them-in size, in manner, in form. We speak the same language. We walk by the same synchrony of nerve and flesh and bone, and more importantly-intention. One leg out in front of the other. Switching legs, and repeating. We breathe the same way as Them - the involuntary movement...
If someone told me that one day, I'd have something in common with Lord Voldemort, I'd probably laugh and ask if it was my horrible taste in fashion, but that's not our mutual similarity... at least I hope not.
Dilemma (A Romione Fanfic) - Hermione Granger is a transfer student from Siena High and moves to Xavier Academy to start fresh. Here in Xavier, she's definitely living the life. The once unpopular geek from her old school has turned into one of the girls who hang out with "The Cool Kids", aka the jocks of Xavier, some...
Pastabox renversé, pantalon déchiqueté, front tapé, lèvres percées, bêtises et carrosse. Ça résume assez bien ce qu'a vécu Charlie avec Amalia, franche asiatique détestant tout ce qui n'est pas du théâtre. Charlie est le gars louche qui vit sa vie dans un carrosse et un Super U. Amalia est une jeune fille bizarre qui...
