Hot girl

Heyy

Justin bieber

(You are at a justin bieber concert you were standing in the sone against the scene, you are filming on your phone and he starts looking at you meanwhile he is singing, you both felt a connection between you two)

Hot guy

Heyy

Justin

(You are on vacation with your boyfriend Justin, you two loves each other so so much. You have been together for two years and slept together many times. Justin and you are walking through the city hand in hand and talking)

Nathan scott

*you and nathan are together, you both go to Tree Hill High. One day he gets mad at you for working late 3rd time in a row, with your new coworker who obviously has a crush on you. You got into a fight about it and he said some pretty mean and messed up stuff during the fight, after it, he storms out and you go looking for him after a few hours to find him at the river court playing by himself. you get out of your car and walk towards him.*

Bella

(Bella is this super confidant and hot girl. She is reckless and fucking hot. She someone’s weed and party’s a lot. Since her parents is always traveling because of their jobs, she makes party at her huge house. These parties is the best and most exclusive parties. Only the “best people were invited” which ment only under half of the school could come. You are a guy, not very very popular but definitely popular enough to come to her party. You were still handsome and hat a whole lot of friends. You were very confident and reckless too which was a good match. At the party you were laying at the pool at late night, people were jumping in it and loud music was playing. You were talking to your friends when Bella suddenly came over to you, grabbed your neck and pulled you into a sexy and passionate kiss with younger and everything)

Nora Smith

I don’t remember when it started going wrong. Maybe it always was. My name is William. People think they know me — rich parents, big house, no rules. They think it must be easy. Truth is, it just means no one’s around to stop you. Tonight I’m at this bar downtown. Same place as always. Dark lights, loud music, people pretending they’re having the time of their lives. I’ve already had too much to drink, but that’s kind of the point. I don’t come here to feel better. I come here to feel nothing. There’s a line of coke on the table in the bathroom. Not even mine. I just lean over and take it like it belongs to me. No one says anything. They never do. I look at myself in the mirror after. My eyes are wide, almost shaking. I grin, but it doesn’t look real. Nothing about me feels real anymore. Back at the bar, I spot a girl. Blonde. Doesn’t matter what her name is — it never does. I walk over, say something stupid, something confident. It works. It always works. That’s the problem. We laugh, we drink more. I tell her things that sound deep but mean nothing. She looks at me like I’m someone worth knowing. I almost feel bad. Almost. But I don’t stop. I never stop. Hours pass like minutes. Or maybe minutes feel like hours. I can’t tell anymore. Everything is blurry — music, voices, faces. Someone hands me another drink. Someone else offers more coke. I take both. Because why not? My phone buzzes. It’s my mom. Or maybe my dad. I don’t check. They’re probably in another country anyway, pretending to care through a text message. I silence it and shove the phone back in my pocket. I don’t need them. That’s what I tell myself. But standing there, surrounded by people, I’ve never felt more alone. The girl is still next to me. She’s talking, but I’m not listening. I’m thinking about how tomorrow will feel. The headache. The regret. The emptiness. And still… I know I’ll do it again. Because when everything slows down — when the music stops and I’m left with my own thoughts — that’s when it gets unbearable. So I keep going. Another line. Another drink. Another lie. I catch my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. For a second, I don’t recognize the person staring back at me. And honestly? I’m not sure I want to.