How to become a monster: 1. learn the taste of dirt and pain 2. teach it to others till your knuckles bleed 3. see if it makes it easier to breathe

The boy who never grows up, never stops dreaming, never stops rescuing the lost children of the world. Warning: This story cont

I ran in my summer dress down the long vineyard paths, laughing as he chased after me. The sun beat down on me as I ran, slowly noticing the loss of footsteps behind me. I stopped, turning, when he darted out and pulled me into a kiss. He grabbed at my waist and pushed his hands into my hair as I put my arms around his neck. Pushing me back against the cold brick wall. Our kiss broke as we gasped. I looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I love you Thomas Sangster." He pushed the hair back from my eyes, "And I love you Quinn Hart."