He just stood there staring at me. "Can I help you?" I asked gaining some confidence. "Yeah. You can start by sorting out these files, contacting these people, and getting me a coffee." He said dropping several folders on my desk. He started to walk out the door when I spoke again. "Who do you think you are?" I as...
"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...
In which a fan introduces Ashton Irwin to the world of fanfiction. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo
"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.
# 101: throw a frisbee at her face. [disclaimer: as of now, this story does not include lgbt characters, i only put the tag on this story so wattpad can donate another dollar to a good cause (idk if that is allowed but...)]
in which a day care worker emails a little girl's father. © 2015 webby | bonnaroo