There will be a few mistakes so please forgive me about that but for now enjoy the imagine

"I hated him with deep passion, but now I can't get him out my mind..." Meadow Clark has always had a relationship with Grayson Dolan. Just... never a good one. They were rivals from the beginning, when they played hopscotch and went around on scooters. Now, they're juniors in high school, and they still can't be in the same room without clawing at each other. Time doesn't change things. Even with a similar friend group, and constant exposure to one another , the two constantly butt heads. However, the two face a twist when one is falling apart and the other finds themself falling forward to save them. Then there's something more. Something bigger then hatred. An emotion charging between Meadow and Grayson that could either bring them closer once and for all, or... completely tear them apart. RANKINGS- #1 in Sweatshirt 03/17/20 #5 in AaronCarpenter 03/26/20 #1 in Weeklychris 05/05/20

I can't help but not think about her all the time.

Play the music louder so you don't hear my breaking heart.

"Please don't leave me." ~Completed~ Sequel: Die With You Top rankings: #165 in Original #24 in Ethan #73 in Viners #17 in Jack Dail ©dirtyhaz

this is how we met... a coffee shop, yeah i know its pretty basic but its true. he sat down a few seats away from me with his twin and their friend. i was sat there like a dork with my hair all messy and my school books surrounding me with my laptop perched in the middle of everything. thats how it started... the basic but amazing beginning to a basic but amazing story that hopefully has no ending. #GI

Based off of my imagines: many people were messaging and commenting to me about making one of my more popular imagines into a story. Yes, it might be a tad bit different from my imagines, won't be word for word. - Yes, it's dirty. Yes, this is my story. No, I don't want to hear your hate and/or shit. Yes, I'd love for your comments on what you like and what could be improved! It's always welcomed! Don't be afraid to talk to me. Literally have no life. - - - "The hot, heavy pants of my breath burdened the cold air that accompanied the darkness which surrounded me. I tried to speak. Rope has been tied around my soft mouth. I couldn't see anything. Not the floor, not the walls next to me, not anything that could be lurking in the room beside me. I continued to scream muffles. The door creaked. All the lights go on... I try to plea against the rope. I shook my head violently. Eyes so cold, they could the air in the room sweat. He just stares at me. Still breathing heavily, I stare back, not giving in. 'Well sweetheart, I wish that we could continue to stare at each other all day but I have many, many important plans for us.' He grins as he comes closer, letting the heavy door slam behind him. The lights go out again."

"Grayson you are too cute." "I could say the same about you."