"You're like one of hell's angels." "If that is so, you must be the devil himself."

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

Michael Clifford a.k.a Bad Boy. Michael is Summersville High's bad boy, girls want to be with him and the boys want to be him. Michael isn't the stereotypical popular person, he's different and mysterious compared to others.

He carries a gun, She carries make up, He breaks the law at night, She sleeps at night, He loves her, She loves him. What's keeping Zoe and Michael apart? If love as strong as theirs is true surely they shouldn't have it forbidden? © 2015, Ash (bxndtxbers), All rights reserved NOT EDITED !!!

"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.

"Don't sit next to me." "Why not?" "I'm ugly." "Nice to meet you ugly, I'm blind."

[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 ~

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

"Looks like your hands aren't only good for holding mine." © drawing-5sos 2016, all rights reserved. TRANSLATIONS ARE NOT ALLOWED!

he was a goner from the beginning. © 2016 | nvrmiind [this is a short story]