❝boys like him don't fall in love with sad girls.❞

Michael Clifford is the bad boy with tattoos, piercings, and purple dyed hair. Ashley Johnson is the good girl that falls for the good guys. Michael hasn't ever really cared for girls; only their sex. Ashley has never fallen in love before. Will they both benefit one another? Every bad boy needs a good girl, right?

Seventeen year old Elle Brooks knew she was going to behavioral camp. What she didn't know was that a certain boy with dyed hair was going to make it a lot more complicated.

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.

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

"michael, it's been six hours." "i know." luke watched as michael stood in the rain, staring down at the ground. luke took a hesitant step towards his friend, but decided against it. "it's raining, let's go in." "she doesn't know it's raining, and i'm still saying goodbye."

she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}

Two stubborn teenagers meet unexpectedly. Both grief stricken and guarded, Maddie soon becomes Michael's lighthouse. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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

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.