My butthole was itchy and my diaper was chaffing, so I was sure the day was ruined. I had papers to fill out and bills to veto. Sometimes it's hard to be such an intelligent baby. Hell! I knew more than some most of those scientists making nuclear bombs. -Baby Bama

That first moment I set eyes on you, I was drunk off my ass, but little did I know that at the same time, I was falling madly...and deeply, in love with you. Rosemary is a poet, stringing words together and sharing with the world the crazy life she's lived in her few years of life. Evan is a stranger. That guy you meet in a bar, question, and end up taking home, only it's different. Something is different. "I don't know what to think anymore. Nothing seems real. I can't tell the difference between life and death and at a certain point I don't care to know anymore." "Then let go." (I'm in the process of editing, so excuse misspelled words and grammar! My bad.) Hope you enjoy this story! It's the #1 Evan Peters story of Wattpad, which is really cool. It's also my second completed story on here. Some people have told me they've cried, which actually makes me feel really pleased, in a bittersweet way! I have a trailer on the side! I think it's pretty cool, and will give you an accurate feel for the story. It's really not that long at all. Hope you'll give it a chance. Let me know what you think! Thanks. -Lauren

alright, students. your final project is due a month from today. i'd like you to take a picture of the most beautiful thing you can find.