Are my thoughts even remotely similar to yours?

They were six students with nothing in common, faced with spending Saturday detention together in their high school library. At 7 a.m., they had nothing to say but by 4 p.m., they had bared their souls to each over and became good friends. To the outside they were a Brain, an Athlete, a Basket Case, a Princess, a Geek, and a Criminal, but to each other they would always be the Breakfast Club. Fifth in Breakfast Club

"Dearest Scarlett, I know you don't know who I am, but I'll try to fix you anyways :-) Love, Your friend." [highest ranking: #277 short story / #915 fanfiction] © hemmingsh ; all rights reserved

the badlands are not a place for happiness. (5sos au) © youngods 2015 *discontinued*

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