COMPLETED | "But it tears me up inside because she doesn't even know I exist."

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

"Well that's the last jar" "Yeah, I know. " I say reaching for it "What if I want it?" he asks playfully No way in hell is this boy getting the last jar of nutella. (MICHAEL CLIFFORD SHORT STORY) (BOOK 1 IN THE FOOD SERIES)

"Hey, it's lukeisapenguin from club penguin. I don't know if you remember me, but we got married at the lighthouse about ten years ago."

I try so hard to forget her, but I can't. I can't forget, Brooke. Change is good, right? People change all the time. So why is it so goddamn bad that I have?

Three years. Three years I’d made it through this hell hole unnoticed. I thought I could stay under the radar for the rest of junior year, but of course something, or someone, more specifically, had to come screw it up. I mean, it’s not like it was on purpose, but it threw all my three years of hard work down the drain. I worked so hard to stay unnoticed, unknown, and it worked pretty well. And even through the public humiliation of 'The Spaghetti Incident', I don't regret it for a second. It might've caused me temporary humiliation, but that's how I met Michael. And I wouldn't trade that day for the world.

“You have 16 days.” “Why only 16 days?” He questioned. “Because,” I pause and take a deep breath. “It took me 16 days to decide to kill myself.” Copyright © 2014 cliffocuddles All Rights Reserved -Alternate Universe-

"Peanut butter and jelly, with extra peanut butter, please." Holy shit marry me dude.

I don't know where this story will go, or where it will end, but Katie is Luke's sister. After being bullied by her brother, and his brain-dead, assholes of high school friends, he asks for a seemingly simple and manageable favor. If she accepts, she may be in for a whole lot more excitement, and adventure than what he thought was going to be a generic, going-nowhere, garage band.