Three years. Three years I’d made it through this hell hole unnoticed. I thought I could stay under the radar for the rest of junior year, but of course something, or someone, more specifically, had to come screw it up. I mean, it’s not like it was on purpose, but it threw all my three years of hard work down the drain. I worked so hard to stay unnoticed, unknown, and it worked pretty well. And even through the public humiliation of 'The Spaghetti Incident', I don't regret it for a second. It might've caused me temporary humiliation, but that's how I met Michael. And I wouldn't trade that day for the world.

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

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...

Sometimes all you need is that one person who can make you feel ten times younger. [cover credits to radtasticmike]

toxicmalxm 'Knock, knock' "who is this?" 'You're supposed to say, who's there. Now let's try it again. Knock, knock.' "How did you get my number?" 'You're really bad at this'

''dude my mum just asked me to buy some tampons for her what do i do'' ''i'm sorry who is this?'' lowercase intended +under construction+ warning: this is a very shitty book with a shitty rushed ending xxxxx

❝boys like him don't fall in love with sad girls.❞

"Is that your penis??"

“I've never been one for following the rules Mr Irwin.” “Well we're about to break a whole load of them.”

Taylor Dawson is an ordinary straight-A student with ambition. She has no time for nonsense, let alone her stepbrother, Luke. He's loud, reckless, and only has ambition for one thing . . . music. The only thing Taylor wants is to get Luke out of her life . . . that is, until he takes her upstairs. "Let me go, Lucas" I try to play cool. He tilts my chin up. "There's always been something about you. You know that?" He whispers to me. I want to pull away, but part of me wants this. Part of me wants Luke. Apparently, Luke knows. He leans down and whispers, "So, are we still going upstairs?"