histórias de Changeme

All Justin wanted was to buy something for his mother. He never expected to be mobbed by hundreds of girls. He never expected to fall in love with the one who practically saved his life. But what happens when he gets sucked into the demons of her past?

Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning beneath everything around me and no one seems to notice, I feel like I'm all alone in the world, no one understands me.. Will anything ever change?

A fic based off the song united in grief

Girl, Im Ready If Your Ready Now Ohh, Is It Ever Gonna Be If Your With It Then Im With It Now To Accept All Responsability I'd Go Out Of My Way To Live Out The Words That You Say I Dont Wanna Be The Same Maybe You Chould Change Me Maybe You Chould Change Me Maybe You Chould Be The Light That Opens Up The Eyes Make All My Wrongs Right Change Me, Change Me. ~Justin B.

Ryan always said the connection Justin and I have was amazing. He was my first kiss..He didnt know how much I loved him. But when the fame took him away...My life fell apart.

this book was started on the one year anniversary of Change me Lourdes and Justin, best friends since Lourdes' whole life, now best lovers. Lourdes stays with Justin through his mistakes. Justin stays with Lourdes through hers. Lourdes starts high school, that's where the real drama starts. Justin, who is too old for high school, has to compete with young buff high school guys, but while being away Lourdes has to compete with professional models. Will the competing be too much for them? Will Lourdes meet someone who is her age? Will Justin care? Will Selena be back for good? Or will Justin and Lourdes change each other?

When she loses almost everyone and she has to move to England to live with her Aunt, Dani promises not to get attached to anyone - "If I don't get attached to anyone, then I can't love anyone and that means I can't lose anyone I love." But can someone change that? Could that someone be Michael? Can Michael be the light to open up her eyes? But even if he does, will that be enough?

a poëm about how people judge, then change you, then judge the new you aswell

Don't let social groups dictate who you are, become who you want to be.

I knelt down in front of him, his body slumped over a chair. My stomach twisted into knots just looking at his bloody face and bruised chest. Teardrops fell from my eyes, rolling down my flushed cheeks. I bit my lip in an effort not to cry aloud. Rick would kill me if he knew I was over here. I untied his hands, eyeing the door periodically. "I'm so sorry. This is my fault," I whispered. He stirred, slowly opening his eyes before lifting his head from his chest. He winced trying to sit up properly, but I put a hand on his thigh to stop him. His usually beautiful brown orbs looked bloodshot as they finally landed on me. "Baby..." His voice was raspy and his breathing was heavy. He closed his eyes and a pained expression crossed his face. "You...need to get out of here.." I shook my head. "I can't leave you." He scoffed. "Yes you can and you will." I sighed. "Why?" He coughed. "Because he's coming back to kill me." I shook my head, tears threatening to fall again. "No he-" "Once I'm dead, what do you think he'll do to you?"