I write about these four Australian dorks a little too much. These imagines were originally posted on my Tumblr account [5secondsofimagines.tumblr.com] until some lovely followers suggested the wonderful idea of sharing the stories on Wattpad as well. Thank you for taking the time out to read my stuff and I hope you...
I thought I'd combine my favorite things, 5sos and hockey, in a fic so I hope you like it :)
{Sequel to Yes.} Dylan Radner was only fifteen when she met her idols. Our2ndLife and their friends. It seemed perfect after she hosted their show during Digi. Ever since, Dylan has been hosting many shows for different types of YouTubers and singers. But the only show she hasn't hosted yet was an Our2ndLife show. Eve...
[Completed - Editing] Dylan Radner was a regular fourteen year-old. She went to school regularly as a freshman in high school, did everything she was told to do, and had a best friend. She was considered normal. Unless you count the fact her parents have died when she was young and was taken in by her aunt. The only t...
"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger trucks windshield. She is that one t shirt you brought that you wor...
A quiet girl sitting at the back of the classroom, staring at her textbooks. You wouldnt think that she would be the rollerskating type, but she has secrets. Once she puts on her helmet, she is no longer Ashley, the quiet girl who is teased for her social awkwardness, she is Ash, the roller girl who never lets someone...
I wished I didn't have to over think everything. That I didn't have to freak out over simple things like raising my hand in class, or saying thank you after he opens the door for me. I wish I could just walk up to him and say hi, without stuttering or blushing rapidly. I wished I didn't have to deal with this stupid a...
Sadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.
(WARNING: SLOW UPDATES DUE TO SCHOOL.) "Aaylah! You got a package in the mail?" My mom screamed While throwing a small package to me. My heart stops when I see that all to familar logo in the top corner. Could this be? I turn red, and the room goes blurry. No, A. Focus...
