in which they've been exchanging letters to each other since they learned how to write.

ONE SHOT ❝Each night she wonder if he saw the stars up above that she saw. He did.❞

Lucas just moved from Austin to Burleson. With school starting he has to adjust to his new school, new friends, new job and it's his Senior Year. He was pretty sure this year was going to be terrible, until he met his tour guide, Riley.

Ezra leaves Rosewood like Aria asked him to, but that doesn't mean he has to stop thinking about her. Eight months later and he still can't get her off of his mind. Ezra's POV.

It's Riley & Maya's 10 year high school reunion. From ugly duckling to a swan, Riley Matthews is more confident than ever. But those old high school crushes are gone. Right? GMW CHOICE AWARD WINNER: Best Plot Twist Beautiful cover by @lucastown!

{a short markle drabble} She nodded, "No, it's fine. I just woke up a few minutes ago. I'm sorry I woke you up...because you definitely need the downtime, but...I just hate storms." She took a pause, "I always have." "I love you, Maya." he said, "You're the only person I'd wake up from a dead sleep for."

"use your hands and my spare time. we've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine. she said she's got a boyfriend anyway". --- "Fuck you, you're just jealous." It honestly took Farkle a moment to process what she had said. He knew that was the honest truth. He'd known it from the moment he made his grand announcement on the roof on New Year's Eve. He really hadn't been a good friend in the long run. He used Riley to keep Lucas from Maya, and practically took out Charlie Gardner in the process, but karma got him back for that...hard. A lie runs over until it is overtaken by the truth. He stood up and got as close to her as he could, their chests brushing momentarily. "And what if I am?" he spoke lowly.

** WINNER OF "BEST MARKLE ONE-SHOT IN THE GMW CHOICE AWARDS 2016 ** He found himself staring up at the blank white ceiling of his dorm room wondering what went wrong. He remembered the party, the days they spent together that quickly turned to nights, and lastly that night where the sky seemed to have an eerie lilac tint to it and thunder rumbled as she got into a taxi cab and left the park...and him. Loosely based on Halsey's song "Colors".

She was letting her hair out of the messy ponytail she'd tied it up in before they'd fallen asleep the night before. He lay mesmerized as her blonde tresses fell against her bare back. Today was one of those nothing at all mornings. Maya Hart may be an artist, but to Farkle Minkus, she's the masterpiece.