In which those jerks whom they used to idolize move next door. || © 2013-2014 beautylieswithinu || fanfiction #105 7·19·15

♡you're wanting a second chance. but i can't. i'm afraid i'm not that strong♡ a story about a love's return, when it was just starting to become a memory.

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

In which a boy dreams about a girl he's sure he's never seen before

May had recentely moved from her home in England to sunny Sydney, Australia. She hated the thought of moving, but little did she know, that her move could be perked up by a group called 5 Seconds Of Summer! Will May fall for one of the band, or end up heartbroken?

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

Just when you think everything is okay, it isn't.

I suddenly felt Ashton’s body warmth behind me, his arms wrapped me holding me tight and close to him even if I did try to struggle, there was no use. He slowly raised his hand and a grabbed my right breast. I chocked on my water as I swallowed it. “Get your hands off me!” I demanded. He didn’t even listen, I placed my cup in the sink and I turned to him. He was holding me closer than ever. “I like it when you are feisty.” He smirked at me “maybe I should do this more often.” He then pressed his lips against mine but I pulled back. “You have zero chance with me, I hope you know that” I said quietly. He then let go of me and backed off a bit.

I'm Brie West. I'm a 17 year old girl in the heart of New York City. Recently, I went to a party and met a boy. But this boy is different - he scares me. He's killed people. All he wants is me, and he won't let me go. I don't know what to do anymore. This boy.. This boy is Ashton Irwin.