coppercurtains
dont read past chapter 3, bc it wont make sense
There's a boy who catches my bus, who has green eyes as deep as the Swedish forest. He sits with his friends and laughs a lot at little things. And when his friends are silent, he looks out the window.
I sit two rows behind him, I think he's beautiful. And I want to be his cigarette.
Michael Clifford AU.
Copyright 2016
I'm rewriting the eight chapters that ive already posted, shouldn't take too long
Cover by me Xx