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![]() Author has written 18 stories for Total Drama series, Harry Potter, Glee, and Peter Pan. CAUTION I have a tendency for not finishing stories. Peter Pan OTP: PeterxWendy Hook: She was leaving you, Pan! Your Wendy was leaving you. Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are incomplete. Let us now take a peep into the future, shall we? Hook: 'Tis the fair Wendy. She's in her nursery. The window is shut. Peter: I'll open it. Hook: I'm afraid the window is barred. Peter: I'll call out her name! Hook: She can't hear you... Peter: No! Hook: She can't see you... Peter: Wendy! Hook: She's forgotten all about you. Peter: Stop! Please! Stop it! Harry Potter OTP: RonxHermione Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. OTP: MonicaxChandler Ross: Oh, really? Well, I guess Monica should know about Atlantic City. Alice in Wonderland OTP: I'm not in it for the romance... I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle! Glee OTPs: BrittanyxSantana, QuinnxRachel, SamxMercedes, EmmaxWill Holly: It's not about who you are attracted to ultimately, it's about who you fall in love with. Boy Meets World OTP: CoryxTopanga Mom, Listen, I haven't been together with Topanga for twenty-two years, but we *have* been together for sixteen. 'Kay, that's a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together in the park. When we were two, we were best friends, I mean, I, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color. I knew her favorite food. Then we became six, you know, and Eric made fun of me because it wasn't cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl, so for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those "the lost years". Then when I was thirteen, Mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She was always talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I'm with her I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that's, that's what I feel is love, Mom... When I'm better because she's here... and now she won't be. So we're finished. |