Sneaking glances in the hallway shouldn't have been difficult but every time she saw him, she felt as if her world was crumbling at her feet.

"I wonder how our fans see us." x "I wish I could see the world through his eyes." - or that story where Michael and a fan switch lives and realize that maybe life isn't all that bad, or in some cases, all that good.

A story on how a single fangirl made her idol take off his millions of bracelets and share his troubling story with the world.

"You fixed me, Riley" Michael said, green eyes sparkling in the moonlight "I need this. I need you. Forget everyone else. Be mine tonight"

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

He clenched his fists and crossed the room. The black haired boy stopped inches from me and leaned to my ear "I never thought you of all people would rip my heart out. But now that I think about it, that's what love's all about, right?"

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

''dude my mum just asked me to buy some tampons for her what do i do'' ''i'm sorry who is this?'' lowercase intended +under construction+ warning: this is a very shitty book with a shitty rushed ending xxxxx

Three years. Three years I’d made it through this hell hole unnoticed. I thought I could stay under the radar for the rest of junior year, but of course something, or someone, more specifically, had to come screw it up. I mean, it’s not like it was on purpose, but it threw all my three years of hard work down the drain. I worked so hard to stay unnoticed, unknown, and it worked pretty well. And even through the public humiliation of 'The Spaghetti Incident', I don't regret it for a second. It might've caused me temporary humiliation, but that's how I met Michael. And I wouldn't trade that day for the world.

"Once you check in, you never check out."