An unlikely romance between a strict germaphobe and a dorky trashmouth becomes a daily part of the losers club.

Paul thought he was ugly, worthless, and fat. John thought he was a prince This fic doesn't support eating disorders Adult Helpline: 0808 801 0677 Studentline: 0808 801 0811 Youthline: 0808 801 0711

John didn't move for a good minute or two. Then he set down his guitar and stood up. He walked over and sat down on the edge of Paul's bed and cupped the younger boy's face in his hands. "Paulie, listen to me. I'm in love with you. You. You, and no one else. I will never love someone the way I love you. Nor will I love someone to such intensity. I love you. I love you. I love you." Paul smiled. Because it was exactly what he needed to hear to put his brain at ease. "I know....I love you, too."

❝ you're new to this, aren't you?❞ ❝ ...yeah.❞ where eddie's a ghost and sucks at his job

Paul, a scared delinquent meets John, the local artist who is known for his mischief. One day Paul decides that John has "healed him of his illness" and decides to stop taking his pills. But, Paul doesn't understand when people he meet end up dead in his dreams. What ensues is thrilling, romantic, and deadly.

-𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝- (short story) 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟴, 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟬, 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗺𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻. 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗮. 2023 - might do a rewrite bc i don't like my writing from back then :0