Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

in which a lost Columbia student spills coffee on the sweater of an esteemed actor -- real life x social media

When Ann moves to a new neighborhood filled with filthy rich residents, her life turns upside down as the charming, curly haired neighbor next door befriends her.

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

"It was your love that got us into this mess" she said, running her hands over my shoulders. "Well, baby, it's going to be yours that gets us out of it" I said quietly. ~ Sequel to Excessive WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

Arianna Winchester is probably as far away from normal as any human being could get. With a massive family secret and the death of her parents on her shoulders, she feels like the only option is to shut out the world. It's been 4 years since she let anyone get remotely close to her and now along with the pressure of finding a foster family, one of the 'popular' boys from school has taken an interest in her. What will happen when she finally reaches out for help?

"As I drive down the dark path, ahead I see a girl walking alone. How did she get way out here? This is the middle of nowhere. When my headlights reach her she turns around. And there standing in front of me is my Rachael. My Rachael that died last year"

"I believe in dreams. I think we only live through our dreams and imagination. That's the only reality we really have." -Diana Vreeland

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.