"The last person she expected to see standing on the other side of that door was Michael Clifford."

When Ella Reed moves to Los Angeles to pursue her dream of being a photographer, the last thing she expects is to be working for her ex-best-friends and the guy she she used to be (or still is?) in love with. But Michael Clifford is stubborn, and he won't let her give up on him without a fight.

Welcome back to Emizie's life. Being grown up isn't of any use when your boyfriend is still an angsty teenager at heart. Is Emizie's love life going to be any less dramatic? [Cover credits to @XoXoAshtonsDimplesXo]

College life, famous boyfriend, tours coming up... whoever said Emizie's life is any easy to live? [cover credit to chemicalhood]

Girls like her aren't meant to be with boys like Michael Clifford. [cover credit to dipdyed_youtubers]

There were only a few rules Brooke was given when entering her position, but the one that stood out the most was: Don't Get Involved... 'Mikey, what if Shannon says something?' 'She won't, I promise.' ©Sassycucumb3r

"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

"Is that your penis??"

Sneaking glances in the hallway shouldn't have been difficult but every time she saw him, she felt as if her world was crumbling at her feet.

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)