"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

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: where two neighbours find themselves restless at the same time, 2:00 am.

"I want to dye my hair" "What colour?" It all started when Michael Clifford Dyed Esmeralda Irwin's hair. ➳ A Michael Clifford Fanfiction 2016 © all rights reserved to roi1306

when michael finds himself in the space between a rock and a hard place.

"You'll always be my everything, Michael Clifford." © 2014 by bastardsoul. All rights reserved.

Their story isn't a romcom. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2016 by dimplefeels

"Don't sit next to me." "Why not?" "I'm ugly." "Nice to meet you ugly, I'm blind."

she sits with him on the school bus, yet they never talk to each other.

"perhaps my monsters already won. perhaps it is I who let them in. perhaps they broke down the door. perhaps I don't want to live anymore." - M --- | TRIGGER WARNING | / SHORT-STORY \ | COMPLETED |