"You should be careful, Y/N." Taehyung says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs, tucking his chin into his palms. "He's the meanest son of a...mother who's ever lived." He shakes his head, sighing. "And he's the one who got you into this mess in the first place." You pat your best friend's knee comfortingly, brushing his fluffy ash gray from his forehead. "He's also the only one who's standing with me, Tae." You say, before quickly adding, "Aside from you, of course. And also, there's the project that started it." You roll your eyes. Yoongi enters the room at that very moment, eyeing you two warily. "Why are you so suspicious about me?" He asks Tae, wearing his usual cold expression. "You know I don't give a-" "No swearing." The gray haired boy interrupts him, sighing. "How'd you assume we were talking about you anyway?" The blue haired boy shrugs, quickly glancing at you before looking away. "Well, I'm the one who's partnered with Y/N for the project." He says, plopping down on the couch next to you, and winking at Taehyung. "Plus, I'm the only guy who you can came pretty close to cussing out." _______ A story where shit goes crazy. WARNING: A mix of crazy, YOLO, party, playboy and gay. With added projects, teachers and gangs. And of course, sugar and ocean. Book one. Highest Ranking: #2

"you certainly do make me feel pretty." (TRIGGER WARNING - eating disorder, self-harm.)

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."

a story in which five girls and a series of unfortunate events intrigue four boys. they cant help but become part of a story that goes down in history.

matutine (Adj.) just before the dawn.

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