our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us. © sage; two-thousand-and-fourteen.

: where two neighbours find themselves restless at the same time, 2:00 am.

"shouldn't you be fucking with somebody your age?" "you're only a year older than me, asshole." | m.c. + multi-fandom au |

(This story has been abandoned.) Kellar Irwin is never without her worn-out black Chuck Taylor's, and Polaroid camera. She has spent 18 years of her life finding interest in the cliffs, and looking at the world through a lens. Her older brother, Ashton, has introduced her to the beloved scene of rock and roll, and also, to his best friends. One of which, has stolen Kellar's heart from the moment she met him.

In which a girl who has decided to go all natural meets an arrogant blonde boy who only wants to be her friend. © 2016 loosends

✉ in which a misaddressed love letter brings together two unlikely people ✉

{Book 2} He was like a summer breeze; one minute he was there-the next, he was gone. He was like the autumn leaves; falling unexpectedly. He was like the winter freeze; feeling cold and lifeless, but still holding a flicker of warmth. He was like the spring trees; blossoming into something beautiful-something that deserved to be loved. And I was a wildfire-destroying everything in my way.

[NEW ONE] ❝You have to help me, Ella.❞❝Why should I? You're scaring the living crap out of me,❞ she breathed out.❝Please, Ella, you're the only one who can help me.❞

After 6 months apart, Michael starts to call and text me again. He says he wants to fix our relationship, but can our relationship endure the tests of love? Even though we know it will be hard to mend, we try, only to realize that sometimes, 'life can do terrible things'. WARNING: This story DOES involve quite a bit of smut, so I am warning you now that if you are not comfortable with that then DO NOT READ THIS! I don't need comments complaining about that!

"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?