MaddieUndead

Ryan's pov Sound asleep, dreaming of nothing but her. We're on a beach, waves crashing down in front of us, and with every crash I am falling more in love then I ever thought I would. I grab her hand, but she jumps... I'm awake. I love her so much. Still holding her hand, I begin to cuddle it. She kisses my forehead, and there's no question why I love her so much. She's the perfect girlfriend. Love brown hair, bright golden eyes, and she loves me for me. I am in love. She gets in front of the mirror, checking herself out. I go over, hug her from behind, and kiss her neck.  We are going camping soon. It's an old, beat up cabin. Maddie pro

I kissed the cigarette pack and threw it into the trashcan. I couldn't smoke anymore, my boyfriend quit so should I. I walked into my small midnight theme room, adoring his sleeping spell. His face had such a handsome look. It just glows, his smile and his dark brown loving eyes. I rubbed my eyes, joining him in bed. I spent the night with him. He claimed it was our little love nest. With my wavy brunette hair, his superman tank top covering my body, and my batman undies. I took his snapback, a deep blue New York Yankees, and turned it backwards. Running my fingers through his messy blackish-brown hair, humming along with a tune that popped i

His Pick-Up Line Dallas: Screw me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that Elvis over there? [winks] Johnny: [slides up to you] [gets nervous] [stutters] I—I-If I could rearrange the alphabet… I’d….I’d put U and ME together…. damn, me isn’t even a letter.. [blushes] Ponyboy: [gulps] There isn’t a word in the dictionary for how pretty you look. [blushes] Two-Bit: [holds out hand] Sorry, but you owe me a drink because when I looked at you, I dropped mine. Sodapop: I have an “owie” on my lip. Will you kiss it and make it better? [pouting lips] Steve: You see my friend over there

A tainted soul named Tate Murdered a bunch of kids, Set his step dad on fire, Raped his girlfriend's mom, All because he wanted too. Got shot and killed, Now haunting the house. With not one, not two, but multiple ghosts as well. His name is Tate Who is emotional unstable. His is a fictional character Who I decided to fall for. Because you can't get hurt from whats not there. Maybe I'm psychotic but the world made me this way Lies, cheats and steals. Broken my heart with no appeal. I shun his love with violets, because ours would be more fun.