all i've done defeats me //rooftops with miles// [sequel to brown haired boy] friday, may 1st: #2 in short story

A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depressed loner Lolita Abri - and falls headfirst into love. Throughout the course of one school year, they unravel each other and their sadness, setting apart their differences and realizing that sometimes love isn't enough - and sometimes it just might be. [FIRST DRAFT] Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXTbhopy9ts © All Rights Reserved. Teen Fic #7 A Wattpad Featured story

It felt like butterflies and the feeling you get before you open a present, It felt like going on one of those roller coasters the moment right before the big drop. What Falling in love felt like. His eyes held mine and something burst inside of me, Something that made me feel like all my emotions were going to upheave from my mouth, Or blow me up so much that I might Explode. What falling in love felt like. "I love you....please treat my heart kindly." What falling in love is.

"Write down one word that describes you." psy·cho·path noun noun: psychopath; plural noun: psychopaths a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior. ⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄ "I'm psychopathic..." Oliver muttered as he glared at me suspiciously and condescendingly. He was waiting for me to run away. Grinning widely to piss him off, I shrugged. "If you're a psychopath, then I must be a lunatic. Because I like you. And because of that, I'm not leaving." He'd watched me stand my ground because we'd surely been through way too much for me to give up now. A small smile spread through his emotionless facade and in a second, he was back to who I really saw him for. He let out a laugh, "Do you have a death wish?" S L O W U P D A T E S C O V E R B Y @ZiaDavis

Here we go again, sticking our heads in the sand.

There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

a collection of short stories from my other stories.