"make me feel like I am breathing - feel like I am human" -- "there's a little death in every kiss we have," zach whispered. "but somehow, it makes me feel so alive." -- please read: the story has been rated r by wattpad due to some "mature content," or the use of some strong language, along with very mild sexual content. personally, i would rate it pg-13, because it really isn't that bad. i myself am not old enough to be involved in r-rated content, so i would just like to clarify that (although most people seem to ignore ratings), it can be readable by those who are comfortable with the content and are mature enough to read what i have written. don't hesitate.

It all starts with a simple wink from Iris's favorite band member from The Neighbourhood at their concert. "God, he's so beautiful," she whispers to herself. "But pretty isn't everything, you punkass," Jesse sings. The crowd cheers and screams. Despite the noises and echoes of the music, Zach kept his eyes glued on her. "Let's pick a lucky fan and bring them up on stage to sing Sweater Weather with us. Zach, will you do the honors?" Zach looks at her, winks, smiles, points, and says "Her."

sor·ry \ˈsär-ē, ˈsȯr-\ adjective : feeling sorrow or regretful :

Lyssa Brinkston was the only known girl who could be capable of holding together the struggle of every teenager's love life. Jesse Rutherford was the love of her life. Or so she thought. But he was too blinded to see. She was too busy reminiscing to notice Zach was doing the same thing she was doing to Jesse, to her.

She said you better not leave me This shit will be fucked for days and weeks and months ~

A story in which an indecisive boy doesn't understand what he has until it's gone. [DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]