Michael Clifford is the bad boy with tattoos, piercings, and purple dyed hair. Ashley Johnson is the good girl that falls for the good guys. Michael hasn't ever really cared for girls; only their sex. Ashley has never fallen in love before. Will they both benefit one another? Every bad boy needs a good girl, right?
What will happen when your Brother Ashton comes home from his tour with his band mates? Will Ashlyn fall in love with any of them? Will any of them like her? Will any of them ask her out? Will she say yes or will she reject? - -Read to find out - COPYRIGHTED © don't steal my ideas I thought of them so, so can yo...
[COMPLETED] Not your ordinary kidnapped story. 1st 5sos Kiddnapped story.
"I'm a nerd, I don't understand why you're talking to me." "Hi, I'm a nerd, I don't understand why you're talking to me. I'm Luke." HeartbreakGirl7xx©Copyright 2014 (Idea from MintChipCookie) Cover: @The_SkyLights
Written on:22 July 2014 Hey guys! :) So this is my first time writing fanfics stories. Please if my english sucks I understand but go read it if you like This is a love story tbh I make this story because Ashton was my fav and I'm really obsessed with 5SOS :) So don't think I wrote this story because I hate them NO I'...
'Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties' - Gene Tierney Erin Thomas, 16 years old, born 15th August 1996. Undecided about her feelings towards her best friend Luke Hemmings, it just so happens to be that Luke and three other...
"You know you can trust me." "I can't just trust you, it doesn't work that way."
caution: just letting you know, I wrote this years ago, so some things may not add up. I won't change them because most of you understand what I'm trying to say. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors. enjoy reading! 'listen here red, we're gonna send each other a selfie a day, with a caption.' 'i don't know...
where two strangers exchange letters in hopes to discover one another. but who knew that simple letters could turn into something more.
[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod...
