n o s t a l g i a . a constant longing for something or someone of the past. It's funny how things suddenly happen. I should have died that day and instead of comforting me, you told me how it's never going to work out, that you need time and space because you weren't okay and ignored me for months. I slipped into a depression not long after and again you told me how you wished you never met me and ignored me for months again. It terrifies me how easily you can turn your emotions on and off. When you open your mouth, I never know if it's going to be another "I love you" or "It's over." I went insane while trying to figure out my purpose and again I was told how moving on never truly works out. I always hoped you'd be the one to save me. Even after it all, when you got injured and everyone told me, I contacted you instantly. I even planned to visit you, so you wouldn't be so sad. I told all my friends how wonderful you truly are. But then it hit me one day, I talk about you like you put stars in the sky and you only care to talk to me when you're lonely. There will be a tiny part of me that brings him to mind when I hear our song or catch of whiff of his scent. I will still smile when I hear it, but I will leave it at that. I need to let go. I don't think you will ever understand the depth and severity of the damage you have done. disclaimer: currently rewriting so there are some changes.

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"You know I hate coffee." "Yeah, well, I hate you" ✖️✖️✖️ Cami hated smoking. She never understood why anyone did it. They were actually killing themselves and dragging out the process. They were turning their lungs to black shit. And what was worse was that they could give others second hand smoke! She didn't want to get lung cancer from someone else's crappy cigarette. She never thought she'd fall in love for a smoker. Ollie hated coffee. He had tried so hard to like it, but everything about it was unappealing. The smell, the bitter taste, the way it yellowed your teeth. Of course, he was an active smoker, so he didn't mind the yellowing part so much, you just had to brush a lot. The worst part was how coffee tasted on a girl's lips. It tasted almost like second hand coffee-if that was a thing. He never thought he would fall in love with someone who drank coffee-especially black coffee.

There is a Royal side and there is a Rebel side. I will do all of the Royals first, then I will do all of the Rebels after. I got all my information from Wikipedia. So don't hate please.

18 year-old Grace lives alone in her four-story mansion. Her parents died two years ago, leaving her with everything. Even her mothers vibrator. Gross. She's always secluded herself, never really wanting to interact with people. But, being the rich-kid she was, she was forced to be social very often and was really good at faking emotions. She hated everything about being around people. That is, until River moved in next door. He was beautiful, dark, charming, mysterious, and secretly psychotic. Lucky for him, Grace was just as secretly psychotic. She had always fantasized about hurting people, but her fantasies turned more twisted once her parents had died and she spent most of her time alone.