He taps his foot against the carpeted floor of his therapist's office, wondering if he should say it. If he should even say her name out loud. He hasn't done that in at least a year. He'd never say it; especially not in front of his friends. As the therapist, a middle-aged woman in a grey pantsuit, takes notes on his progress, he clears his throat and decides to speak, "She's coming back from California. Today." She looks up, "Who?" It takes him a while. He has to work up the nerve to say it. "Maddie," he says, picking at his nails. He only mentioned her name once, in his first session last year, but the therapist nods. She was the only good thing he's ever mentioned. "Something bad happened, I think." Cover art by Brigid Vaughn (burdge on deviant art) #freementalillness

"And why should I help you?" She sneered, a look of disgust obviously on her features. "Because, princess, I need a movie, and you need a crown." malums © 2014

he complimented her beauty everyday. sentence by sentence. / COMPLETED / lowercase intended! all rights reserved. © karla 2015

In which a boy asks a girl if she wants to swap nudes. ~Unedited~ 9-3-15 completed

# 101: throw a frisbee at her face. [disclaimer: as of now, this story does not include lgbt characters, i only put the tag on this story so wattpad can donate another dollar to a good cause (idk if that is allowed but...)]

She found something, or rather someone, she never expected to find in her new room.

in which an overly horny guy has to learn that not every girl likes him and his d.ick

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

"You know you can trust me." "I can't just trust you, it doesn't work that way."

God, I hate him so much. He is the definition of asshole. "Ketchup and mustard?" My mother calls to us. "No mustard." we say in unison