"Help me," a frightened voice whispered. "STOP CALLING, especially at 2AM! It was fun but nothing special, a o-n-e n-i-g-h-t s-t-a-n-d." "Wait, what happened last night?" The boy stifled a laugh, through tears. "Superman lost his spandex's-wait who is this?" "Batman." - A boy made it his mission in grade eleven to add everyone in his grade as contacts. They all had a emoji for their contact name, unless they held significants to him. e.g: :) = 04 982 562 789 Now, two years into college, life is killing him. Literally. So he calls someone in his contact list, not knowing who, just asking for help because he was holding a bottle full of sleeping pills. He was the top jock, quarter back on the football team. Now he's no one.

She looked like a p e r f e c t i m p e r f e c t i o n Smelled like v a n i l l a Sang like an a n g e l Felt like s i l k And tasted i n t o x i c a t i n g

He looked like an a n g e l Smelled like c i g a r e t t e s Sounded like a m e l o d y Felt like v e l v et And tasted f o r b i d d e n

It was an evening that I would never forget. The time that I would cherish till the day I got old. We were in own little world. Her making a miniature snowman and castles of icy hope and me a lanky boy named James admiring his Amore from afar. [short story] *YOU GUYS HAVE TO FOLLOW ME IN ORDER TO READ CHAPTER 5 & 6 yea it's annoying but blame it on wattpad

"just hold me," and he does.

He wanted to kiss her.

all we were are teenagers; blind, and in love.