This story includes the text messages, group chats, phone calls, tweets, and letters that are shared between Grayson and Linoy. Grayson is a bit of wealth, being an heir where he lives in France and is expected to be as sophisticated as possible, even if he is only 17 years of age. Linoy is an old soul. Living in Chicago with her mom and niece, she writes spoken word and performs it in an old basement in downtown. It's crazy how one group chat on Twitter can have the power to bring to completely, different people together. One heir, one old soul, one hell of a mess. •.•.•.• I will not be posting original poetry in this book because I know there are snakes out there that will take it without giving credit. So unless I say something, all poetry in this book will be from other people and all credit will be given. Hope you all enjoy this roller coaster of a book! A/n: THE ARTWORK FOR THE COVER IS NOT MINE I ONLY CROPPED IT TO SHOW GRAYSON'S FACE & I ADDED THE TEXT.

Mature language Smut Puns Ethan Dolan Grayson Dolan at some point

You and Grayson have been best friends for five-years now. One day, you find out you're moving to Los Angeles, you're devastated, and don't know how to tell the twins. You give them a gift bag, with a letter inside, telling them you're moving... You are now eighteen, and have officially been living in LA for five years. Life's great. Until, you see a very familiar face.... (read this book and go through the years with Paris and Grayson as they inch along day by day without one another, until five years later...) •INCOMPLETE AND WILL NOT BE POSTING ANYMORE CHAPTERS•

request open dirty (whitch are not going good but yeah) or not dirty dont care what type of imagines it is

enjoyy

@grantdol: you like their hand wrapped around your neck, don't you? don't play dumb you'll get punished for it lower case intended

One of the biggest fuckboys of the school. Flirts with almost every girl. Fucks every girl that'll let him. Plays the girls he dates. Until he came to me one day. I know his intentions. I wasn't gonna give in. Until I gave in one day, and things changed. Or so I thought it did.

"Tell me why" . . "I can't" . . "Why not!?" . . "I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU..".... Read to find out more........ There is also smut in this. Just warning

the book where your fantasies are reality

just some imagines of my fave smol beans, to stimulate our myopic teenage minds a few preferences in there for the fun of it