: where two neighbours find themselves restless at the same time, 2:00 am.

[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 ~

"I yearn for the weekends, because lately, its the only reward for surviving the week."

Rebecca has always had a rough time in life, she's in and out of therapy for years, but so has Michael Clifford, the Australian boy in the grade above her. When Michael all of a sudden begins to talk to Rebecca, she freaks out and is very confused, but her feelings towards the boy begin to change as they become closer. WARNING may involve triggering or upsetting content.

He thought she had her life handed to her, but little did he know, she was stuck in a world where she didn't know how to speak up. She wanted to help people like him, but little did she know, he was hopeless. shmooopy inc

● "i don't care who you were; i care who you are and i'm more concerned with who you're working to become." ● [2015] {cover by elucidates} || highest: #756 fanfiction ||

In which; Michael Clifford sends emails to his perished lover.

"my mom sent me out to get bar soap." || © dimple-ashton all rights reserved

she sits with him on the school bus, yet they never talk to each other.

"all i'm sure of is i love you like the constellations love the sky and the plants love the sun. your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. your eyes shine brighter than the lightning that strikes the ground in the spring. you're completely unlike any other. you're my thunder." warning: this is possibly the cringiest story i've ever written i am so sorry