They said I was just a fangirl. That my "love" for this band, and in particularly, Michael Clifford, was all a phase in my life. Some stupid "crush" I'll get over within a few months. Well, it's been more than a year, so why can't I stop loving him to death? Because trust me, I tried...

Michael Clifford and 5 Seconds of Summer fanfiction. *Warning - Contains themes of mental illness, suicide and other sensitive topics that some might find offensive or triggering*

"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

How I fell for you, In 48 hours. All rights reserved to CallMeDoll Copyright 2014 © (This idea is mine, if you have one similar im sorry, i was unaware) highest ranking #226 in short story

[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. - I had no idea how much that short nod would change my sophomore year. And maybe that was good. My name is Emmy and I fell for Michael Clifford. Really hard. ~ all rights to pizzaboyluke ~

she's a fat photographer. he's an easily bruised artist. they meet when waking home from school.

"Kelsey?" He took my hands in his. I couldn't look at him, it was too much. He shouldn't be here. I took in his physical state, his eyes were bloodshot and glassy, and the bags under his eyes were deep purple. His nose was red and he sniffled frequently. He'd been crying, I couldn't see him like this. "I'm sorry." I pulled my hands away from his, and walked away from everything that had mattered to me for the past few years. For all her life, Kelsey Irwin, has just been known as Ashton Irwin's little sister. She's always hung around with the band, but everyone looks as her as their little sister, but she wanted more. Copyright © 2014 trashton_

where two strangers exchange letters in hopes to discover one another. but who knew that simple letters could turn into something more.

where Elle loves Michael and Michael loves feeling loved *** Badlands Series: Book One

Sneaking glances in the hallway shouldn't have been difficult but every time she saw him, she felt as if her world was crumbling at her feet.