❝ A bitch is the opposite of a whore. A bitch does not need anybody.❞ In which they need to alter their attitudes, and they have only each other. [BOOK TWO] || © 2014 beautylieswithinu || 219; short story · 586; fanfiction 9 · 14 · 14

"We are all secretly broken in some way darling." - "I wish he was gone." "I wish she was here."

"Kelsey?" He took my hands in his. I couldn't look at him, it was too much. He shouldn't be here. I took in his physical state, his eyes were bloodshot and glassy, and the bags under his eyes were deep purple. His nose was red and he sniffled frequently. He'd been crying, I couldn't see him like this. "I'm sorry." I pulled my hands away from his, and walked away from everything that had mattered to me for the past few years. For all her life, Kelsey Irwin, has just been known as Ashton Irwin's little sister. She's always hung around with the band, but everyone looks as her as their little sister, but she wanted more. Copyright © 2014 trashton_

"Why are you here?" I asked her. "Reasons. Why are you here?" "Reasons." I answered back & that made her smile. Her smile quickly became one of my favorite things.

"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

[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 ~

"I'm a goner, Somebody catch my breath, I want to be known by you." In which a boy and a girl meet at the most unlikely of places: the top of a building, both ready to end it. Who talks who down and who jumps? [SHORT STORY][COMPLETE][In Love and Death Series] [1st place winner in the Waste the Night Awards for Best Michael Clifford and Most Heartbreaking Death] Copyright © 2015 by soundthealarm

"Yeah, yeah. And you're so sorry. And you'll never cheat on me again. And you love me. Fucking lies, Sarah. You're a liar." He spat at her, and ran out of the room.

Addie always loved to party.. That is until she met Michael Clifford. The boy who's actions spoke louder than his words. And could make girls like Addie fall in love.

Michael: hi im michael and i love pizza and balls Marine: um.... Okay? >third book in the social media series<