Taite Jefferson certainly did not expect the world's biggest superstar to be sitting on his living room couch when he woke up the day after his high school graduation. He didn't expect to like him, either. Taite Jefferson was very, very wrong.

Chronic fatigue syndrome is a state of profound fatigue that is not improved by bed rest and that may get worse with physical or mental activity. This fatigue significantly interferes with daily activities and work. I have that syndrome. My name is William Elijah Brookes and I haven't left the house in over two months. My closet consists of comfy clothes and socks, along with several pairs of slippers. My closest friend is my older sister, who brings me chocolates, teddies and house plants to dote on. I am a CFS sufferer. I am The Pajama Kid.

"You wrote my name wrong" "You said it's Rider" "It's Ryder with a Y" "Ok I'll make sure I write it right next time!Enjoy your coffee" Next time: I swear to God your nerdy glasses are gonna be lenses" "What?! I wrote it right this time" "Rider With A Y' is NOT right." - Ryder is a bad boy, or at least that's what he wants everyone to think. He tries to act like a bully, edgy, and cruel, and it works for the most part. Spencer doesn't like to be called a nerd but deep down he knows he is to a certain extent. He is bored of everything and he sees the good in people, but will he find any good in Ryder?

"But what are you two?" "We are more than friends, but less than lovers." "So fuck buddies?" "No it's more than that..." [BTS Vkook fanfiction]

What happens when the schools bad boy, Bright, moves near my house and our parents just happen to also become friends? It does not get better when my mother forces me to tutor him after school or else he would have to repeat the year. Fine, I agreed. But there was a problem. Bright was hot. Very hot. And he was also bi, so my single gay ass couldn't help but drool over him during our tutoring sessions. Somewhere along the way, we turned into friends with benefits and I slowly started to develop feelings for him, too. It was all a mess and I knew I had to stop seeing him, because Bright did not do relationships. So I stopped tutoring him and started seeing other guys instead. And of course, Bright was not too happy about it... (This is kinda going to be like an enemies to lovers story.) {Side couples: MewGulf and OffGun} Warning: many 🔞 scenes Note: Englisch is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

Price Bigg + Jeremy Smalle = Best Friends. If Price Bigg x Googly Eyes at his best friend = ALWAYS and Jeremy Smalle + Basic Comprehension Skills = Syntax Error, solve the following problem: Price Bigg can't quite solve his goofy best friend, Jeremy Smalle, amateur high school swimmer and professional alien conspiracy theorist. He devices the equation A+B=4(x) to try and solve him, but he can't quite complete, or solve it. Jeremy thinks he may have made another mistake by suggesting that his newly out friend take Jeremy on a date. Everything's coolio and majorly fabuloso at first. But then the hand holding and the constant math jokes and the standing so close to each other start to make him think he's the biggest idiot ever. He can't quite tell why he feels so strange about them. He expresses this feeling with the equation fu=x. Task: Solve for X. Round your answer to the nearest heartbeat.

Broken boys break hearts.

A letter for you each day Hoping our fates would be 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 again. 𝐀𝐔! 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡

"Can I get your number?" He asked, with the confidence I had been expecting. Nice to know his time with me never affected him like it did me. "Yeah, call me anytime," I said as I took his phone and entered my number, taking note of the pass code he used to unlock it. "You know, for the dry cleaning." "Oh you don't need to worry about that, accidents happen. And it was my fault for not seeing you. I don't know how I missed such a pretty thing." He mused as he texted me a hey ;) and I saved his number. I gulped down the rising bile, wondering how I could have been fooled by this act once upon a time. I was already reprimanding teenage me in my head. "See you around." He said as he gave one last smile before exiting the small coffee shop. Step 1 complete.