I'm not really good at descriptions. There's just too much to say in too little space. You'll just have to trust me.
NOTE: This story includes self-harm, foul language, and perhaps in the future, some sexual scenes.
Apparently love wasn't butterflies or poetry. It was being chained to the most irritating person you'd ever met, while wanting to kiss him, just to see what the inside of his mouth tastes like.
Circa 1989.
Billie Joe/OC