He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.
In which a boy with a bad habit of getting himself drunk learns that sex isn't everything.
❝ he watched her from the balcony, eyes lit up with the promise of the night, she didn't see him however, but that didn't matter; all that mattered was how luke felt for her ❞ © ocaenics (was @ trashlouis) || 2014. all rights reserved
# 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...)]
"Yeah, I'm fine Ivy! Just get back in the car!" Michael called to me over his shoulder. His face was red with rage and his hands were balling into fists at his sides. If only I had listened to him.
"Wait, so you're telling me that you've actually been driving around the whole entire country just in the hopes of finding some chick?" "Well, in her defense she is one pretty special chick." [SEQUEL TO "I DON'T MIND"]
