Reasons - m.c
"Why are you here?" I asked her. "Reasons. Why are you here?" "Reasons." I answered back & that made her smile. Her smile quickly became one of my favorite things.
"Why are you here?" I asked her. "Reasons. Why are you here?" "Reasons." I answered back & that made her smile. Her smile quickly became one of my favorite things.
[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod...
"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyon...
she sits with him on the school bus, yet they never talk to each other.
They said I was just a fangirl. That my "love" for this band, and in particularly, Michael Clifford, was all a phase in my life. Some stupid "crush" I'll get over within a few months. Well, it's been more than a year, so why can't I stop loving him to death? Because trust me, I tried...
~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected