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My One True Bacca{A Merome/ASFcanadian Fanfiction.}
*This story is NOT about their minecraft characters. Just wanted to say that :) You may now continue reading mah description.*Mitch has been thinking a lot about Jerome lately, and misses him dearly. Breanna and Tyler were good company at times, but they don't compare to Jerome. No one will ever compare to his one tru...
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Be my Bacca? (Merome FanFic) [DISCONTINUED]
Mitch and Jerome have been the best of friends forever, but what will happen when Mitch develops feelings for his Bacca? How will the rest of TeamCrafted react? How will Jerome react? How long can Mitch keep his secret to himself?
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Why-A Merome Story
Luke wants revenge on Jerome for stealing Mitch from him. He has the perfect plan, and Mitch and Jerome have no idea what's coming....until it happens.((Second book of Merome: Forever and Always))
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Only You. A Merome Fanfic
When Jerome finds out Mitch is dating Ashley, he tries to break them up. Will Jerome take the chance to tell Mitch? Will he try to stop Ashley ruining their friendship? Find out in this Merome fanfic!
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99 days gone (merome)
Mitch passes away and Jerome isn't coping well, follow him as he struggles to cope with his bestfriends death
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Bent (Merome)
Jerome is straight. Mitch knows it's hopeless, yet he still tries... But is there a way to make Jerome fall in love with him?
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Headphones // Merome
Mitch doesn't take off his headphones. The little earbuds always understand him. Well, the lyrics playing through them. He sits back, struggling through senior year, alone as he likes it. But someone doesn't want him to be alone. Someone is tired of watching Mitch get beat up by life. That someone will find a way to t...
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Nobody Gives a Damn - Merome
I was always that kid you'd see at the back of the classroom, hidden away from all of the threats that lurked behind their desks. Nobody gave a damn about me; they didn't bother questioning the bruises that painted my body, the occassional busted lip or black eye. Not until......he came along.
