3AM is the hour of dreaming and rowdy sex with strangers, projectile vomiting into the toilet basin and the hour of crappy movies. But in the case of two teenagers, it's the hour of phone calls and confessions, the sort of conversations that leave her wondering why he only calls her when he's high. *credits to jdbixber on jbff plus, she wrote this story and i changed it into a jack gilinsky fanfic*

"Someday, I'll be your girl." In which an unpopular girl dreams of having this perfect boy

its funny how sometimes the thing that we love the most can be the thing that kills us

"im sorry we can't hang out tomorrow," "why not?" "i'll be gone by then,"

"You're just trouble, Gilinsky." Contains ; sexual situations, strong language, drug use, and violence.

a person who is addicted to a particular substance , typically an illegal drug ; rarely another human ☢

In which a girl who lives in Omaha and is best friends with the Omaha bad boys gets into some trouble along the way her parents leave she becomes confused about what she likes and who she is

"Jack, we really shouldn't" I whispered. His lips made contact with the nape of my neck. "Johnson won't know, don't worry Lia" he said, taking my skin between his teeth and nipping slightly. I could hear the music in the background from my party. "has anyone seen Lia and Jack!" Johnson yelled. His voice filling the hall. "Jack really. This isn't right," i said, slowly starting to regret every word I had said. "Why not, you know you like it," he said, his eyes full of lust, and lips kissing every vacant part of my neck, before meeting my lips. "Because, I'm your best friends little sister" I said - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - -

"It's 4:00 AM, you know what that means?" Being an angsty hormonal teenager with a broken family is dreadful within itself, but transferring to a posh neighborhood and a high school with a luxurious facade is another story. Lana Jordan would've been at ease to sit and watch her senior year pass right by her. However, when she arrives for her first day at Easton Trail and is welcomed into a popular clique, she is acquainted to a different lifestyle contrast to her old ways. A little more than distant from the crew, is Jack, Jack Gilinsky. When Lana is paired with the mysterious antisocial punk for an upcoming photography class project, Lana finds herself thinking better of the move to the area. "You think that'd hurt after everything I've been through?" *CURRENTLY BEING EDITED* (OFFICIAL TITLE UNDECIDED)

hotter than the sun. june 2016 // #248 in random