I met him a long time ago. I've known him for most of my life and out of all people, I've mostly spent my time with him, by his side whether it's the line at the tiny coffee shop around the corner, a seat on an airplane or the place that means the most, the dancefloor. We were kids when we shared the stage for the first time, him 14 and I a mere 13-year-old. Back then it all seemed so simple. Somewhere along the line, he found his way into my days. It was easy. He became my best friend, my shoulder to cry on when the weight got too heavy to carry. For the longest time, he was the rock I leaned on, the person I trusted to lift my feet off the ground and bring me back down safely. As we grew older, not much changed. He and I were one on the dancefloor, a united front with a bond we thought would never be broken. I still trusted him to be there when I reached out and to catch me if I fell. Still no bruising, at least not on the outside for the people watching to see. And there were many curious, expectant eyes. Even more voices to cheer us on and offer their input as to who we were, who we should be and who we were made for. I spent countless hours reading the comments made by people from the other side of the world. How we were magic together, how we were our best selves while connected by a song on the floor. How he looked at me and smiled, how he was never that excited to dance with anybody else or the way it showed that he loved me. It's never that simple in real life, behind the curtains of the stage where the eye of the viewer cannot reach. I often wished I could tell them I saw it too. Just reply to the comment that I felt it when he and I played our roles for a scene, once again made up by someone else. I wished I could tell them I felt it when we were alone, too. Because I did. But life has a funny way of working out. And sometimes, it doesn't work out. DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction about Sean Lew and Kaycee Rice. None of this is real.

in which sean and kaycee are enemies, or so they think, and would never ever EVER catch feelings for one another. right? ~~ "You know... I heard you guys used to hate each other and all that. When did you cross the line between love and hate?" Finally turning to look at Jade, she shrugs. "Honestly? I think we crossed the line a long, long time ago." ~~

The transition between being friends to dating is hard. Especially when two souls are so different yet so alike. It's exciting, thrilling, scary, emotional, but it's a ride. A ride worth more than any experience that one could possibly face in life. A ride that changes your life in a way you never thought could be changed. This is Sean and Kaycee's ride. The one that changed their lives in a way that they never thought could be changed.

One loves the other the other has no idea Guess which is which oh and they're best friends

STRONGLY ADVISE NOT TO READ THIS. ITS SHIT. |COMPLETED| Kaycee Rice is 16 and has a boyfriend named Sean Lew. They love each other so much. When kaycee comes back from New York with her dad on their little vacation the plane crashes. She's the only one that survived. she ends up in a coma and gets Amnesia. What happens when she doesn't remember sean. will she remember and love him again

this book it's a series of seaycee's oneshots inspired by songs. - hope you like it. 💛🌼

after reading so many fics, i thought it's time to finally start my own book so expect some cute (maybe some emo) one-shots/short stories of these two lovebugs

My take on stories inspired by Sean & Kaycee.

"Oh god, what is this weird happy feeling? My palms and feet are sweaty. Why am I suddenly so nervous? What is this feeling?" "Maybe he just looked at me as a younger sister? Or a friend?" Oh Sean Lew, what are you doing to my head?

AU