"Just call me Hannah Montana 2.0." - "You're very stubborn." "It's an ability." "Yeah? Well, I call it stupidity." - "Why am I always running after you? Thanks to you, I'm like, in the best shape of my life!"
She was beauty. She was grace. Now all she had left was a monster to chase. // "How come I never get you roses when you are the one who deserves them more than I do?" "Because you are my rose, angel."
"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"
There's this usual boxer Harry, that has that dominant and dark demure attracting everyone. But what if, instead of a sweet and fragile "Babygirl", a clueless bitch gets in his life?
Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that...
I was nothing but a blank canvas until she painted her colorful self on me, vibrant and vivid. For she is the greatest masterpiece of art herself, and I would spend eternity just admiring her.
I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.
I held my breath as I hit send. My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were slightly shaking. 'wow you are hella cute' she replied after a solid 30 seconds of silence. I let out the breath I was holding in relief. She thinks he's cute, good. I saved a few more pictures of the random guy I had found under my tw...