Based on a true story... This is how we considered ourselves as FAMILY...

When one puts love into something, it means a whole fucking lot. [complete]

a story in which you find out if memories really can be replaced

It's been 5 years since Emma was in the hospital. She And Cameron are still together. They've graduated from high school and now they are ready to take on the world. Are you ready to read about their life journeys? Do you'll think they'll last? Read to find out more. It will make a whole lot of sense if you read 'I fell in love with my bully' first then read this story

The conversations between Eli and Aeryn.

He held her hand in his own, his finger dancing in circles across her soft skin, "you know that place between sleep and awake;" he whispered, "that place where you can still remember dreaming?" His grip tightened around her small frame, his eyes boring into hers, "that's where i will always love you... that's where i will always be waiting." © tilmorning.

Cameron has a girlfriend. Ava doesn't have a boyfriend. She's has a major crush on Cameron and Cameron has a crush on her. What happens when Ava gets a boyfriend and Cameron get jealous? What will he do?

Emma has been bullied since middle school by the same person. CAMERON DALLAS. In different events things change and she's starting to put down her walls. Will Cameron hurt her and make her put them back up? Will they be together? Read more to find out

Kylie is one of those girls that you see in school thats always on there own. She has never had very many friends and was always faced with her abuseve father. When she decides that this is not the life she wants to live, she buys a ticket to the one place she has dreamed of going her whole life. LA, California. there she meets the one person that gets why she eats alone at lunch and why she has never let anyone get close to her. That person is Cameron Dallas.

A small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.