(This story is probably gonna be wank but i'm bored and Covid-19 is the bane of my life right now) also bit of a slow burn!!

Whoever you're mixing your drinks with, is dying to, go to town on you... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ He was wearing his usual uniform of black skinny jeans and a sweater, although the sweater he was wearing now was especially significant. It was the one I fell asleep on a few nights after we'd met. "Hi Van." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Carmen meets Ryan "Call me Van, it's more class" McCann at some seedy bar she gets dragged to by a new friend. To say things move fast is an understatement. But as fast as they move, as painfully slow they end. While Van and his mates get the band rising quicker and quicker, Carmen can't help her feelings as she sees her striped sweater wearing messy haired cockish boy become the rockstar he swore he would.

"Don't let her get you by yourself. She's trouble that girl. You think you know her, but you don't. She can get all inside your head, and get you in more shit than you started out with. I'm just warning you, Van, don't let her get to you." "I think she already has."

"It's nice out here, isn't it?" "It is."

Van, Bondy, and Larry have found a way to share and visualize dreams, hoping to understand what they mean. They enlist participants for their study and one of them gives Van a hard time. In order for him to see her dreams, he has to let her into his. Book 1: REM Book 2: Dream

But in hell, there was relief in the utter helplessness. Here, your actions had both consequences for yourself, and others. You weren't sure which was worse.

It's like I'm on the outside... Lyla Robson was like any average nineteen year old, she worked and dealt with egotistical bosses like many girls her age will encounter at some point in their lives. However, when a certain fluffy haired welsh lad, all black clad and fag in hand, offers her an escape from the misery, her entire life is changed.

"And I know you feel the same way. I drive ya mad, don't I?" He asks, letting out a small chuckle. I look up at him and shake my head, denying the truth, before looking back down. "You wanna know how I know that?" A Van McCann fan-fiction

'Can he do what I do for you? I've not stopped thinking this shit since I come away' (Set in Llandudno, 2011)

she's all i ever think about, take me back. {loosely based on back to your love by night riots}