"i spent my whole life being a face for other people to look at, but you're the only one who actually sees me." "then stop looking at the door, hailey-because the second i touch you, i'm not letting you go back to that world."

A boy never forgot about the things that made him crazy. He just watched them burn.

They were living the dream, four boys travelling the world, preforming in front of thousands; not a care in the world, other than keeping their instruments in tune and their hair on point. She was alone, living on her own, basically, with a family who wanted nothing to do with her. She was trying to be strong, aways covering her pain and loneliness with a fake smile, always repeating the words, "I'm fine," which no one could see through, until they come unexpectedly come into her life. She is shown that it's okay to be broken, and that it's alright to cry once in a while. She is shown that she is worth something.

Their story isn't a romcom. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2016 by dimplefeels

"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.

"...like I said in my first letter; you get to see how the mind works when you write and your mind, Michael Clifford, is really beautiful."

"7:15, that's our time."

"Show me your scars." He whispered. "But why?" I asked. "Because I want to see how many times you needed me, and I wasn't there."

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