We're problematic, but that's how I like it.

"Brown eyes, messy hair, funny, sweet... Maybe an angel from Heaven..." He kept coming back... Like a nightmare you can't seem to get rid of... (Don't read if you didn't read first book; The Boy Across The Room) 💜 - - - - Old user was: @ElevenIsMyAlterEggo But same story

"This will only ever be a stupid summer fling," she scoffs. "That's what you think," he replies. -Not your average summer love story AUTHORS NOTE: this was the first story i've ever written. it's not perfect, the list of flaws is lengthy and quite frankly, i'm extremely self conscious of this story. i know that many people liked it and that's why i have republished it. if you want a story that's not below mediocre like this one then i suggest you check out my other works.

as a sequel to 'the tutor', it's been almost six months since Millie was shot and induced into a coma by the hands of her crazed and jealous classmate, Alana. Finn was there every step of the way. since that night, the two who experienced the trauma together have been inseparable and closer to each other ever since. what happens when Millie abruptly gets taken from her home in the middle of the night months later, beyond her control, to be thrown into Hawkins Laboratory as a new test subject involving a newfound discovered brain experiment?

❝ hey little flower, where have you been? ❞ ( FILLIE ! ) pretentious teens with a complicated love story.

"you make me smile, even when the skies are gray."

He traces tiny little circles on the lines of my palm, looking all so serious. "Can you really read palms?" I ask. "Yes," He says. "What's my future then?" And I swear, his eyes light up like a thousand fireflies, and a smile crosses his lips for the first time. "Us."

"Whatever he was up to, I knew that he would never like a girl like me- no one is capable of loving someone as damaged as I am."

[fillie] ❝to count the days before your ending or to make them count? your choice.❞ in which a dying boy and a dying girl showed the universe to each other despite of constantly existing around blue-painted walls.

"i'm going out with a bang, not a whimper finn."