[completed] two strangers are stuck on an elevator on a rainy monday morning. confessions ensue. ; copyright © 2016

[completed] There was something about him that intrigued her. Something that pulled her in closer and closer. But he is everything she doesn't want in a guy. He was different; in a good and bad way. written: december 29, 2015 - january 3, 2017. Words to the wise: half of the time I wrote this in a rush so there's typos but I swear I know how to spell and how to use the correct there/their/they're. Just bare with the typos bc as said earlier I write them in a rush and I usually write late at night so yeah. But enjoy!

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

A night where no one knows who you are. A night full of secrets. A night where enemies get along. A night of newfound love. A night no one will remember. A night full covered faces. This is, the night of a masquerade.

❝There's only a thin line between love and hate, and sometimes it feels like we're dancing on that line.❞ *Discontinued

You can't make a Church Boy out of an Atheist, but you can make a Bad Girl out of a Christian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Brendon Urie Fanfic