"Do you know why I dye my hair?" He asks me. "Why?" I'm still confused, but go along. He scoots closer. "I always thought of my life simply. Like black and white, no happiness, no color. So I like dyeing it." "Everythings better in color, right?" ✂-------------------------------------------------- A story in which two people are in desperate need of color in their life. Short Story #246 / Fanfiction #758 September 7th

Sneaking glances in the hallway shouldn't have been difficult but every time she saw him, she felt as if her world was crumbling at her feet.

she sits with him on the school bus, yet they never talk to each other.

~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

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...