[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

After Cassandra Rivera’s tragic car accident, her boyfriend, Niall Horan, thinks she’s dead. Let’s face it, she barely made it. It was a bus hits car accident and Cassandra was in the car. She was in a coma for eight months before Niall lost hope and left. It was four months later when she woke up and realized that Niall was gone. Left her in fact. Later on, she knows that Niall is in a band and had followed his dreams, probably totally forgetting about her. Skip to three years later on Niall’s nineteenth birthday when he is back home for his charity. It’s late and Niall is coming home and decides to grab McDonald’s. Fate brings them back together and they meet again. *Warning: Slightly carroty at the beginning and I was like stupid when I started this so just take that into consideration*

"This isn't a fairy tale, no ending comes out happy." "Well, not with that attitude." Cover: wildashton Story: nxuis_issues Story Copyright © nxuis_issues 2013

[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles