"We are far too screwed up for goddamned love triangle."

"Where am I supposed to start? Wow. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. Okay, maybe that's the cancer."

{Sequel to Fangirl, I recommend reading it before you continue} Michael and I were two peas in a pod. Best friends, and dating in my mind. Then, something changed in him. His personality was completely different, everything was crazy. I was convinced we would never be the same, after all, I was just a broken fangirl to him.

Luke was a dork Calum was a dick they were both step brothers.

Some people are born great, others have greatness thrust upon them, and others, get struck by lightening.

On Wednesdays we wear plaid.

Three years. Three years I’d made it through this hell hole unnoticed. I thought I could stay under the radar for the rest of junior year, but of course something, or someone, more specifically, had to come screw it up. I mean, it’s not like it was on purpose, but it threw all my three years of hard work down the drain. I worked so hard to stay unnoticed, unknown, and it worked pretty well. And even through the public humiliation of 'The Spaghetti Incident', I don't regret it for a second. It might've caused me temporary humiliation, but that's how I met Michael. And I wouldn't trade that day for the world.

"You do know those are toxic right?" Luke looked down to the cancer stick that was held in between fingers on his right hand, "Trust me darling, their are much more toxic things in this world other than this little stick of nicotine" All rights reserved. Hushedhoran.

in which two teenagers find the consequences of snapchatting the wrong person may not be so bad. (Short Story #259 / Fanfiction #792) © 2014 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.

In which a fan introduces Ashton Irwin to the world of fanfiction. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo