If You Don't Love Me We Both Die

by C.M. Stunich

Boba is love; love is boba. It’s my new catchphrase.

i just can't im sorry

“Go shower,” I snap at the guy, and he stops dead in his tracks, turning to look at me like he’s never seen me before. But then his eyes narrow, and I know that he wouldn’t be able to forget me if he tried. “You smell awful.” “No, he doesn’t,” both Kaycee and Lake say at the same time, and Tam grins at me. And then he has the audacity to wink.

I ship them