A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]

9 boys who don't remember who they used to be anymore, there deep down lost in their heads and totally forgot. 9 girls try to save them, just by making them do vines and funny stuff all over again. But, they end up falling in love.. With the wrong person?! MAGCON is in danger, because the other problem is, O2L still remembers who they are.

She's still seventeen, so she'll drown her newest boy issues in a can of root beer rather than in cheap brandy. © Candy Cigarettes.

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021