Soulmates. Writing on skin. From the time we're born, our soulmate is predetermined for us by the universe. Sean and Kaycee are made for each other. At least, that's what everyone thinks.

how do you know if you love someone if you haven't felt it yet? that's the question they craved for an answer. an seaycee story inspired by the song "is this love" by james arthur.

turning point [noun] a point in time when something happens that causes a shift or an irrevocable change in direction. synonyms: pivotal moment, twist, critical point, point of no return - Could it be that what happened in the backstage of the WOD Divisional Finals was their turning point? [Best rankings:] #1 in #dancing #4 in #dance #1 in #seanlew #1 in #seanandkaycee #1 in #seaycee

none of them expected that... but somehow, it happened • #10 on "kaycee rice• • #5 on "seaycee"•

in which sean and kaycee are enemies, or so they think, and would never ever EVER catch feelings for one another. right? ~~ "You know... I heard you guys used to hate each other and all that. When did you cross the line between love and hate?" Finally turning to look at Jade, she shrugs. "Honestly? I think we crossed the line a long, long time ago." ~~

Sean and Kaycee decide to go to college, and are forced to navigate uncharted waters - new city, new friends, and possible a new stage in their relationship. *Chapters 1-8 were originally published under my other book, Chapters

"Stop doting, Sean. You're not my boyfriend!" Kaycee said, half joking and half embarrassed. She took the bag from him, and watched his face fall. "I'm just trying to help." He mumbled and walked away. She immediately knew that she did the wrong thing. Kaycee was always too quick to dismiss Sean and his little gestures. But what happens when she crosses the line? She finds out the real meaning of "be careful what you wish for".

I met him a long time ago. I've known him for most of my life and out of all people, I've mostly spent my time with him, by his side whether it's the line at the tiny coffee shop around the corner, a seat on an airplane or the place that means the most, the dancefloor. We were kids when we shared the stage for the first time, him 14 and I a mere 13-year-old. Back then it all seemed so simple. Somewhere along the line, he found his way into my days. It was easy. He became my best friend, my shoulder to cry on when the weight got too heavy to carry. For the longest time, he was the rock I leaned on, the person I trusted to lift my feet off the ground and bring me back down safely. As we grew older, not much changed. He and I were one on the dancefloor, a united front with a bond we thought would never be broken. I still trusted him to be there when I reached out and to catch me if I fell. Still no bruising, at least not on the outside for the people watching to see. And there were many curious, expectant eyes. Even more voices to cheer us on and offer their input as to who we were, who we should be and who we were made for. I spent countless hours reading the comments made by people from the other side of the world. How we were magic together, how we were our best selves while connected by a song on the floor. How he looked at me and smiled, how he was never that excited to dance with anybody else or the way it showed that he loved me. It's never that simple in real life, behind the curtains of the stage where the eye of the viewer cannot reach. I often wished I could tell them I saw it too. Just reply to the comment that I felt it when he and I played our roles for a scene, once again made up by someone else. I wished I could tell them I felt it when we were alone, too. Because I did. But life has a funny way of working out. And sometimes, it doesn't work out. DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction about Sean Lew and Kaycee Rice. None of this is real.

Like summer, she is the sun that brightens up his day and brings color from his life of gray. Like summer, his love for her blossomed into its fullness, creating bliss, at the same time sadness. But just like any other summers which come and go down into autumn, so is their love that will take its time to blossom. Started: 27 September 2018 Ended: 9 December 2018