"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

What the hell happens when silence is the only response left? When fantasy collides with reality and beauty is underestimated? What would you do if you were left broken and the only sound that could be heard was nothing? In a world where nothing is really believable, yet everything is too real to be overlooked, lives begin to turn into games and emotions become conditioned to perfection.