"look at the time." "4:20?" "YEAH! The funnee number" "Dude, you are literally two." Please note this is NOT my story. All credit goes to @DILLIELILAH This is a re-write with her permission! Started: November 26 ~ 2020 Tag ranks 2nd in 420 on 12 - 17 - 20 5th in Habibi on 12 - 19 - 20 1st in 4:20 on 1 - 2 - 21 3Rd in Habibi on 1 -20 -21 View milestones 1.5K on 12 - 22 - 20 2K on 12 - 24 - 20 4.5K on 12 - 30 - 20 11.3K on 1 - 7 - 20 17.4K on 1 - 12 - 20

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

your family is forced to move to the UK from America after your dad gets a high paying job at a school in need of tech support. this is where you meet tommy, your new next door neighbor who is constantly up late screaming over video games. despite the animosity caused by this disruption, will you have a soft spot for the boy next door? disclaimer: tommyinnit is only 16 years old. there will not be any sexual stuff in this story for that reason, and also i feel weird writing about that stuff anyway. this is just for fun and not meant to be harmful in anyway. also, if you're reading this tommy, don't read thanks this story is written by kay

after you and tommy got separated, you unfortunately lost touch. after a few years you and your friends decide to take a trip to london, where you run into a very familiar face. will this encounter respark an old romance? or will fate choose a different path?

""I... I could always just teach you Spanish, you know." There was a hint of a smile in his voice that offset you. A sly smile, not genuine-- something teasing underlying. You were tempted to disagree, but... From there, only Thanos knew what would happen." never thought i'd make a real-person fanfiction but here we are. a foes to friends to lovers trope with a pining, spanish-speaking twist :)

"Nick, that's illegal..." "chase and charli was illegal but I don't see anyone complaining." In this story ur american only for the sole purpose that tommy hates them lmao

"I'd jump in the cadillac with you," I jokingly said. "Oh shove off," he replied as he turned away to hide his smile. u should just read the story u can click off if u happen to not like it ;)