What the title says

❝how did i get so lucky?" ". . . you stole my wallet, motherfucker.❞

Fragmented pieces between a hoodlum boy and the deprived audience; both uncharacteristically coincidental and diametrically opposite. ▬ ▬ ▬ ©StrangeEncounter™2016

"Ethan, promise me one thing." "What?" "Promise you won't forget about me." "I won't. I promise. Pinky promise." Our nine year old pinkie fingers joined together and we both smiled, thinking we'd be friends forever. *if you see anyone copying this story, please message me immediately. i came up with the ideas in this story on my own, and i know you can too :)*

"don't call me baby, jerk." "don't call me a jerk."

Short imagines, preferences,‼️⚠️may include smut⚠️‼️, Y/N: your name Y/L/N: your last name Y/BFF/N: best friends name Y/N/N: your nick name

best friend; - noun - a person's closest friend. -------------- lowercase intended *if you read another story that has the same ideas as mine, please message me immediately please!* (none of the pictures or videos included belong to me) IT GETS BETTER AS THE CHAPTERS GO ON I PROMISE.

You're gonna have to read to find out what happens. (;

a story about a boy putting his vulnerability out there, and a girl not knowing how to handle it

Carl Gallagher||Ethan Cutkosky imagines. Please feel free to request anything!