Idontloveyou Stories

Drug management. A different sort of insanity, which can be a peaceful blessing and a curse all at once. Kira needs the class, but refuses the help. Xander takes the sessions, and feels the help isn't help at all. Going cold turkey might sound relieving to other junkies, or outsider druggie-wannabe's, but to Kira, it sounds like pure hell. Xander takes it seriously, never faltering in his feelings. Just because they seem like heartless teenagers, doesn't mean they can't want something once in a while. Kira, as high as can be. No regrets, no denial, no problems. Xander, clean, tempted, and struggling. When a chance session together, an identical dealer, and a similar experience has a seemingly unfortunate effect on their non-existent relationship, do they find a way to support each other, or deny any sort of feelings they might have for each other?

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Israel Wang swears that he doesn't love his upstairs neighbor. He swears it on god, on his family, on his dead goldfish, that he doesn't love him. Malachi Myers would beg to differ.

Just some random poems that I come up with ❤️

"I love you..." he breathes out, his hazel eyes filled with relief. His back straightened, like as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Dark curls tickled my brow as he pressed his forehead against mine, his warm breath fanning against my lips. The warmth of his arms around my waist kept me rooted to the ground as the reality of his words came swinging my way. "Stop." "What?" Allen says, pulling back from me with a frown gracing his lips. "I said stop." "Stop what, Delia?" he raises his hands to my face, cupping both of my cheeks. "Stop with the 'I love you' stuff!" I say with exasperation, yanking his hands away from me. "I'm sorry if I'm coming off too strongly, but I want you to know how I feel!" he practically yells at me, his tone becoming defensive. I look into his eyes, guilty for the way I feel. I can't, I just can't say it. "It's of no use, though!" I snap, twisting my body away from him. I start to walk away, tears running down my cheeks. "And why is that!?" Allen yells, chasing after me. An olive hand of his reaches out and pulls me back to him. My heart stops at that, happy that he is finally angry. I was getting tired of this, I AM tired of this. I push him away from me again and turn back around. "Why!?" he yells. That sends me over the edge. "BECAUSE! I DON'T LOVE YOU!" ***** After a boy asked her, Delia Hayes, to a dance, she thought her life would be complete bliss. He showered her with compliments and gave her looks of absolute adoration. Little did she know, what she thought was far from correct. She eventually became this boy's, Allen Brady, girlfriend. Whenever he was around, she smiled and felt happy. But she never got butterflies at his touch, and his kisses didn't make her melt. Wasn't that supposed to happen whenever you were in love? Was she even in love in the first? She didn't know and she didn't understand what was happening to her.

15 year old vannesa doesn't even know about magcon her friends drag her along and when she meets matthew matthew cnt stop looking at her she feels stalked he askes for her number she gives it to him but doesn't care untill....

i'm sorry. my favorite phrase.

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"I love you" "I can't love you" A story about two friends who over the years fall in love with each other But there's a problem. There both girls Sammie a soft child, happy go lucky if you want to say. Always plays by the rules (because that how she was raised in her religious house hold) Then theirs Alex, a damaged child left behind by Society to rot. She would do anything to get what she wants, even if it met braking a few laws. Would they be able to live a "happy ever after" life. Or have to run together from what haunts them most The World

A collection of love poems from a thirteen-year-old.

a kind of song fic to I Don't Love You. and another to All I Want Is Nothing.

After Frank and Gerard split up last Summer, it's a new year. Can they repair their relationship or will it just be another high school fling? Both still in love, can they overcome the homophobia, bullying, pain, abuse and heartbreak of teenage life warning: smut pls vote/comment/follow ❤️ message with ideas and mentions in the story lots of different ships such as Rikey/Ryden/Peterick/Johnlock/MorMor/Trillie If you want your OTP mentioned, message me

#9 in i dont love you Highschool, the worst time of anybody's life. Unless if you have the best friends in the whole world. Then, it's amazing. I love him, but he doesn't love me. At all. (Why Don't We Fanfic with: Dakota/@alwaysjonah our fake instagram for this book: Dakota/Codis: @codiii Mine: @ivily

"You, Savanna Montoya are... mine." - - - - - - - • - - - - - - - Have you ever been abducted by your next door mafia ninja human? Well I have. And let me tell you... It was pretty dramatic. After all, I've never known how to keep my mouth shut which can put girl in quite a bit of trouble. Especially when you are being held against your will by the boy who is to be the leader of the mafia once his father, Alico Rivera is dead. I was always alert whenever I was out by myself. Just something you have to get used to when to when you grow up on the streets. But that ONE day I let my guard down... Detroit Rivera had to come around and kidnap me. So thanks for that. Note the sarcasm. Oh and did I forget to mention this all started with bananas?

this is about a relstionship that seems to have been a play for others entertainment

This is a story about me. My name is Ariona and I'm lesbian. I'm dating a pansexual girl but not because I like her! I won't like anyone ever, ever! At the same time I get extremely jealous but I hate when people say I am. I hate anyone my girlfriend finds attractive and they must be scared off! I swear I don't lover her!

Can you explain? Is there a definition to why you love me? I see you every day and text you every day, and when we stop you say I love you. Is it true? How could you use such a strong word and think you THINK you mean it! But how can you mean something you can't even define.