"What do you want?" I glared at the blonde boy. "To see if you're okay" He mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. They were full of sorrow and guilt, Like he was actually sad he stopped. It made me even more angry. He broke our promise. "I'm fine. Now stop following me!" I growled. ------> Ever since Grace Jones was thirteen years old, she's been skipping between families. From living with poor old Mrs Skibby in Melbourne, to living with Kelly in Perth. It wasn't that they didn't want her. No, it was because of her severe depression and suicide attempts. So when she moves in with Stella and her family in Sydney, does all this continue? Probably. But then her passed shows up and she's face to face with the one and only Ashton Irwin from 5 seconds of summer. She didn't want him in her life, but he continues to show himself back in. What did Ashton do to make her hate him so much? Why is he so determined to change her opinion about him? Will she defeat her depression? <----- WARNING: This story will contain depression and self harm. If you're not comfortable with self harm then i suggest you don't read this book ok (SEQUEL TO THIS BOOK IS CALLED 6:54) © 2013 by JUMUNJI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

[✓] (Drama Class sequel) ∥ What are the chances of meeting your former lover after two years? Not that small, in fact. But what if you have to share the same workplace as them? Copyright © 2013-2014 by funkystyles

"I fucking love you."

[✓] ∥ "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

"Before you can see the light you have to deal with the darkness"

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."