Miscomunication Stories

No matter what these gossipy magazines say, Jade is not a lesbian. But despite her cousin Hadley's advice, she's letting the label convince her to pretend to be. All for the damn publicity. It's quite the slap in the face, because even though no one knows it yet... Hadley actually is gay. And she may just be falling in love with the girl who's acting as her cousin's girlfriend. If anyone were to find out about the lies, both of their carefully cultivated careers could be in jeopardy. Deals with miscommunications, coming out, new love, and young celebrities in the public eye.

The one person they all hated throughout her lifetime is now the one they protect the most. After discovering what their father had done and the secret he kept until the day he died - saving the daughter they hated for taking his life. But did she actually take his life? Or was it someone else? What happened when the demons broke out through that fragile body? But... was it really fragile?

Memories lay fractured like fragile glass across the floor. Memories that shall not be looked upon nor touched for the fear of being pricked. These fractured pieces are a dangerous thing, for their nature is innocent yet over time can be so deadly. For once a memory loses it touch, the beholder no longer cherishes it as they once had, or the owner has begun to forget, it becomes fainted. Then it shatters. Behind it, nothing but sadness and anger is left to stay.

[Endhawks|NOSENSE] "Dovremmo D.L.R" aveva stabilito, anzi quasi imperato. "D.L.R?" aveva provato Enji, confuso, avrebbe dovuto scrivere un messaggio ad uno dei suoi figli per farselo spiegare? E se poi era una pratica strana? Dopo quella volta con il BDSM, Enji non voleva incappare nella stessa imbarazzante situazione. "SI, D-L-R" aveva ripetuto l'eroe numero due. Enji rimaneva perplesso. "Insomma: sono il tuo amante, quello che terrai segregato in soffitta per una vita, il tuo toyboy di cui ti stancherai, il tuo partner?" aveva sputato fuori Hawks. "Il mio cos-?" aveva chiesto perplesso.

No those are mine" I stand my ground " Really because I left mine right here when we got off the bus" He snaps. I can't help but take in the way he looks when mad. His eyebrows are furrowed and he's rubbing the eyebrow piercing his hair falling in front of his ears as he leans over the seat. " You must of left them in target because these are mine" " Are you that poor you need to steal some headphones" " What the fuck, maybe if you used your eyes you would find your headphones stop blaming me you prick" " I am using my eyes and its plain and obvious that my headphones are on your head"