(THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE SHORTS BOOK) Just a bunch of short stories of the Foolish Five as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Along with some random one shot type things. And some headcanon things. And yes, Nevaeh is still alive. This description sucks, but just read it. Trust me. You'll like it. *~* It's going to be split into three sections. 1) The Foolish Five as F.R.I.E.N.D.S (So basically just the five as the characters from from in random episodes) (This is based after Uni). 2) The Marvellous Misadventures of the Foolish Five. (Just shorts/one shot type things and headcanons about the things the five get up to) (This doesn't have one time setting). 3) Missing Vaeh Hours. (One shots/shorts based after Nevaeh's death). *~* (This is based off my book 'The Girl in the Hoodie')

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

// Phoenix: Yes I had to buy one with my own money, but its not because my parents didn't want me to spend their money, in fact I would kill to even have my parents back in my life. But... unfortunately I don't have that luxury, sure I still have my mom, but that's not really what I'm supposed to call her...you see she's been abusing me ever since my father passed away years age due to bronchogenic carcinomas, also known as lung cancer. And to be honest so do I. So my mom is just giving me what I deserve, right? // Jasper's POV: Jasper: "Please just leave me alone," she whimpered under her breath. In that moment I knew that I must have struck a memory that probably shouldn't have been reopened. Like I put salt in the wound. I felt so sad, but it wasn't pity it was like a connection that I felt with her. I remember the days when I wouldn't leave my room because I was scared of my foster parents, they used to beat me and make sure that I didn't say anything to other people. I was supposed to be this good little child who kept his mouth shut. I couldn't survive like that for long. So I jumped from foster home to foster home. Until finally a really rich couple decided that they wanted to adopt a child and they adopted me.