Something happened and now he was stuck. His drawings were horrendous, and his paintings were like that of a kindergartener. He was searching, looking. For his muse. {A Cole Sprouse Fanfic}

He was hung up over a girl, but she was hung up over him. (Short Story) (Completed 1.3.17)

While attending NYU, Delia continuously sees the same guy not thinking much of it, until a not so discrete friendship forms while hiding from the paps in the large city of New York to pursue her dream of becoming a world renowned artist.

{DISCONTINUED} Ophelia S. Grey is finally fulfilling her dream of moving to New York but what will happen when she sees a few familiar faces along the way ...

Two kids Two kids chained by the ban called love. Two kids being warm hearted, wanting the best for each other. One kid One kid being sad. Being hurt. Getting mad and sick. Being innocent and holding on. One kid One kid getting mad. Cold as ice. Trying to love. Obviously doesn't know what love means. Those two kids being different yet similar. Will their difference tear them apart? Will their similarities keep them together? One thing for sure, they face reality

nick was the mysterious outcast. he stayed away from people, isolating himself from everyone but yet everyone was so intrigued by him. violet was new to town. she was quiet and always blacking out randomly to escape her horrid life. one day, nick finds himself watching violet stare blankly at a cafeteria table, her lips slightly parted and fallen hair on her face. something about violet reeled nick to leave his empty table and go to hers. and thats when it all started.

Your last thought as a lame senior is that you would find the best guy you've ever met. and the best part, hes nick robinson.