They said I was just a fangirl. That my "love" for this band, and in particularly, Michael Clifford, was all a phase in my life. Some stupid "crush" I'll get over within a few months. Well, it's been more than a year, so why can't I stop loving him to death? Because trust me, I tried...

Dear Michael, Please don't look my way.

Broken boy meets broken girl. "You're not as messed up as you think." (this story is super cliche and it kind of sucks i'm sorry)

[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod. - I had no idea how much that short nod would change my sophomore year. And maybe that was good. My name is Emmy and I fell for Michael Clifford. Really hard. ~ all rights to pizzaboyluke ~

A prank takes on a whole new meaning when Michael meets a girl who needs a superhero, not a target greeter. (Michael Clifford Story)

Two stubborn teenagers meet unexpectedly. Both grief stricken and guarded, Maddie soon becomes Michael's lighthouse. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.