This is just a fanfiction about two 13-14 y/o gay boi's named Sherwin and Jonathan. These characters do not belong to me, they belong to the short film called 'In a Heartbeat' that can be found on YouTube. -I'm probably gonna be bad at this and I haven't actually planned this out so I'm just gonna go with what ever I happen to come up with when I write a new part/chapter to this fanfic lol.I probably won't update very often because I don't have internet and I only get data if I properly help around the house. Anyway...yeah. ENJOY THIS TERRIBLE SHIT OF A FANFIC IM ABOUT TO WRITE LMAO.
Now, this is a story all about howMy life got flipped-turned upside downAnd I'd like to take a minuteJust sit right thereI'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel AirIn west Philadelphia born and raisedOn the playground was where I spent most of my daysChillin' out maxin' relaxin' all coolAnd all shootin some b-ball outside of the schoolWhen a couple of guys who were up to no goodStarted making trouble in my neighborhoodI got in one little fight and my mom got scaredShe said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'I begged and pleaded with her day after dayBut she packed my suit case and sent me on my wayShe gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.First class, yo this is badDrinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?Hmmmmm this might be alright.But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all thatIs this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?I don't think soI'll see when I get thereI hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-AirWell, the plane landed and when I came outThere was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name outI ain't trying to get arrested yetI just got hereI sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappearedI whistled for a cab and when it came nearThe license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirrorIf anything I could say that this cab was rareBut I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, holmes to Bel Air'I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo holmes smell ya later'I looked at my kingdomI was finally thereTo sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
DISCLAIMER- art is not mine! Found on google!Okay I am REALLY SORRY but this is discontinued I can't be bothered to write it. 😭😭I'm not fully educated on all of South Park so please feel free to correct me if I make mistakes.This will not go by the storyline of South Park so yeah. New house. New town. New school. New friends. Things couldn't get worse for Y/n. A teenager, 16 year old. In her peak. But her mother thought it was time for a change. She knew absolutely nothing about this place except it was a cold, small town. Four strange looking boys are the first to meet her. They're all strange but the one that catches her eye the most is this orange wearing, blue eyed boy.
One sided love is a love story of an orphan kid who falls in love at first sight.. Its his story that breaks him n makes him to be what he is.. The story has been expressed in a form of poetry which I prefer to call as 'stoetry'.
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This poem is a dedication to beloved books. How they took me to their world and entirely changed my life and how nothing can ever be the same again. Also, being forbidden to read, my biggest fear makes an appearance in this piece of poetry. Read to know how deeply attached I am to books.. One of my best poems ever! The most realistic one too!!
Garcello is an FNF mod, and I like him so much that I made fanfiction.there is several chapters, I just need to write them.Completely gender neutral! Any gender can read,
This story is about a girl who has a mental problem and I hope to try to view things through her eyes. No offence.
[Male!Ghost x Reader] . . . . Changing states and schools is hard for anyone. New environment, new people, etc. Now imagine new teachers who love forcing work down your throat, especially math. Now imagine getting your own tutor for math. Such a shame others couldn't see him. . . . . "Damn it!" I silently curse to myself, fingers tugging through my (Color) locks. After a few more minutes of trying to solve the same problem, I toss my pencil absentmindedly onto my worksheet. Groaning, I lift my arms above my head for a nice stretch, muscles instantly loosening up from my stiff posture. "How the hell am I supposed to get this shit done if I don't know how to solve it?" I grumble to myself, eyebrows forming a frown as I glanced at my poor excuse of homework. The poor paper had pencil marks and wrinkles from trying to erase my work. As I sat comfortably in my chair, I took notice of my surroundings. Students calming and silently working on projects, others reading books for fun or studying. The library was a nice place to escape reality. Closing my eyes, I listen to the soothing sound of silence before I get the feeling of being watched. I open one eye, glancing around before shrugging it off and relaxing again. "The answer for 9 is 54," A voice whispered, as if trying to coax me to solve it. I quickly jump from the sudden voice, eyes frantically looking behind me to see who the stranger was, only to find nobody there, only the stares of people nearby from your sudden scare. "Oh, my bad," I whispered out, eyes glancing to the sides as I quickly sat back down and felt my face heating up. 'The hell was that?' Thinking to myself, I decided I was very desperate to finish my worksheet. With a determined yet wary look, I took the pencil between my fingers and erased my old answer, changing it to 54.