Ah, college. Such an necessity, but such an expense. But through the whole struggle and madness, dealing with this weird place they like to call college, it's always best to walk hand in hand with a close friend or two. They say you find your true friends in college, and I guess that's understandable... But what happ...
A story about about a girl in love with a guy who barely knows she exsists. They're from to diffrent social groups. He's popular and a social guy whilst she's invisable and hates everybody.
We Ignore Each Other And Try To Pretend The Other Doesn't Exist ,But Deep Down We Both Know It Wasn't Supposed To End Like This.
Three words was all it took and she blew it. She had one job, and that was to keep her mouth shut. He told her two words, wanna guess what it was? Editing Cred: @YoungTiller
What stands between money and Princeton? Absolutely nothing, he goes in for the kill and wins every time, just not when he has to lay his hands on a female. Will Princeton realize he doesn't have to win all the time, can he put his ego aside for the girl he falls in love with?
Ride the waves; It's a surfing term. Surfers paddle out to catch waves. They wait for a really good, high, strong wave, then they surf it into shore. When you ride a wave, it's not YOUR power propelling you, it's the strength of the natural phenomenon. So to ride a wave metaphorically is to go with something already h...
International Basketball player Christopher Maurice Brown takes a down fall out on the court. He falls into depression, isolating himself from family and friends because of his embarrassment, can his personal therapist Beyonce Knowles shed light to him? What will happen when they get closer and realize that they have...
Conflicted; verb a condition in which a person experiences a clash of opposing wishes or needs.
'It was sweet to see her strive to hide what every glance revealed.' - Charlotte Brontë
She watches his son. She's nothing more than the babysitter. Right? A Chris Brown original fan fiction. Finished, Smoking Mirrors is the sequel.
Those butterflies you feel in your stomach comes from me, but you fail to realize it because you're selfish. You deny that you want me, but I know that you do. You smile the pain away, but I see right through it. You're broken, but you refuse to show it. Why? Because you, my love, are selfish.
