"Well, Miss Alice, Haven't you ever heard of Jack the Ripper?"

"home is where the heart is, right? my heart's with you and i'll always want to come back home." © 2014, cuddlingcal. All Rights Reserved.

Ashton had all the answers to every question Bridgette had, but he had to stay silent for her own good. First in the Westfield Drive series COMPLETED ✓ (Trailer cred to: calumsclique) copyright © 2014 kwrites

She found something, or rather someone, she never expected to find in her new room.

Ashton is okay right now. He's always like this after a bad bout. He starts off saying that the world is his oyster and he loves everyone, but when the energy and fresh success fades, so does he. Luke knows. He knows about all of Ashton's problems. He knows about the time Ashton was bullied nearly to the brink, the family deaths and friend losses, and the ups and downs, the latter of which seem to be more common lately. It's been so easy lately for Ashton to slip after a joke gone wrong, or a jab on Twitter. Ashton always says he's sorry, repeating it again and again if only to convince himself. Luke knows he's sorry, knows that he can't help it. And he'll sit by the bathtub for hours, holding Ashton, to make sure that he knows someone loves him. None of the other boys know. Ashton couldn't bring himself to tell them and face their disapproving stares too, and he wouldn't let Luke tell them, so he's stuck in this half state of secrecy and confession to Luke. Ashton hasn't gone too far yet, not far enough that Luke can't patch him up with gauze, antibiotics, and a long hug. But someday, someday, Luke knows Ashton won't be able to take it anymore, and Ashton will die. And Luke will be all alone.

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"Everyone has secrets." James has a problem; he cuts himself. He is in love with his best friend, Chloe, but is too afraid to tell her. His father is attracted to the bottle, and his mother wears fake diamond rings on her finger. James' world is crumbling. The razor is his only companion and the slits on his thighs and arms remind him of who he is: "Cut Boy."

// DON'T READ THIS I AM WARNING YOU DO NOT READ THIS IT'S HORRIBLE AND CRINGE WORTHY AND CHEESY AF AND DEFINITELY NOT IN THE GOOD WAY AND OHMYGOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS PLS DON'T YOU'LL BE SAVING YOURSELF FROM HORRENDOUS WRITING AND ME FROM EMBARRASSMENT AND LITERALLY I'M JUST KEEPING THIS UP BC IT HAS 100K READS, SOMETHING I THOUGHT I'D NEVER ACHIEVE, BUT PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU, DON'T FUCKING READ IT. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU, DUDE. // "Let's go somewhere," he said. "Where?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Let's go to see the stars." *** Audrey's mother had always said he would grow up to be handsome. Handsome and dangerous. [Adventure #23 // ChickLit #47 // Teen Fiction #503]

"I thought he was beautiful." short story #89 fan fiction #110

"There was a boy that sat in the back of my last period class, I thought he was beautiful."