This is a story about what happens when two lost souls meet. [Spoiler alert: the end result is beautiful]

stories of my favorites, sean and kaycee. [lowercase intended] cover- cathyliz

Kaycee Rice was the girl that did her own thing. she went to all of the classes and events but she never really made friends. Some people thought she was stuck up, but that's just because they never took the time to get to know her. Sean Lew was the guy everyone loved. Kind to everyone, humble, always ready to help, a shoulder to cry on, you name it. You couldn't walk into a room and not feel his presence. Sean was also a visionary and when Sean had a vision, he had to follow it. For some reason this vision involved Kaycee Rice, a girl he typically didn't choose to interact with.

Will the ship finally sail? Or will it stay stuck in the friend zone just like it has always been? ***Unedited***

It's all from this past week. A Seaycee Fan Fiction

he was unable to save their relationship two years ago, but can sean save kaycee after she was found in a horrific situation? will this be the second chance he's been praying for? started: 7-19-2019 ended: n/a status: in progress

Fan-fiction! this story talks about Sean and Kaycee's life and also the people that surrounds them. On how they will handle and continue to overcome their pains, problems and dreams for their future. Memories they shared and shattered then fogotten. Will Sean and Kaycee would never give up and just let those memories and moments be waste? And will chose something that will be pain or not?

I met him a long time ago. I've known him for most of my life and out of all people, I've mostly spent my time with him, by his side whether it's the line at the tiny coffee shop around the corner, a seat on an airplane or the place that means the most, the dancefloor. We were kids when we shared the stage for the first time, him 14 and I a mere 13-year-old. Back then it all seemed so simple. Somewhere along the line, he found his way into my days. It was easy. He became my best friend, my shoulder to cry on when the weight got too heavy to carry. For the longest time, he was the rock I leaned on, the person I trusted to lift my feet off the ground and bring me back down safely. As we grew older, not much changed. He and I were one on the dancefloor, a united front with a bond we thought would never be broken. I still trusted him to be there when I reached out and to catch me if I fell. Still no bruising, at least not on the outside for the people watching to see. And there were many curious, expectant eyes. Even more voices to cheer us on and offer their input as to who we were, who we should be and who we were made for. I spent countless hours reading the comments made by people from the other side of the world. How we were magic together, how we were our best selves while connected by a song on the floor. How he looked at me and smiled, how he was never that excited to dance with anybody else or the way it showed that he loved me. It's never that simple in real life, behind the curtains of the stage where the eye of the viewer cannot reach. I often wished I could tell them I saw it too. Just reply to the comment that I felt it when he and I played our roles for a scene, once again made up by someone else. I wished I could tell them I felt it when we were alone, too. Because I did. But life has a funny way of working out. And sometimes, it doesn't work out. DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction about Sean Lew and Kaycee Rice. None of this is real.

in which sean and kaycee are enemies, or so they think, and would never ever EVER catch feelings for one another. right? ~~ "You know... I heard you guys used to hate each other and all that. When did you cross the line between love and hate?" Finally turning to look at Jade, she shrugs. "Honestly? I think we crossed the line a long, long time ago." ~~