Epic-Writings

(f/n)=your name (f/c)=favorite color *Mild swearing and slight violence, don't like, don't read!* ~~~~~Third person P.O.V~~~~~ As you burst in to the warm Café, you sigh in releif at the pause from the bone numbing cold.  You head towards the counter where a friendly face greets yours. "Nice to see you again (y/n)," she says with a smile. "Nice to see you too, Lana," You reply to the blue haired girl. "The usual, I presume?" She asks, while setting the mug she had been drying down on the counter. "Yes please," you respond, smiling at her as she walks away to make your order. While your friend was getting your drink, you take the

Authors note; I would highly recomend wearing a sweater or getting a blanket, because this story will make you feel cold, seriously, I was freezing to death when I wrote this, and it was in the middle of the summer. so yeah... you have been warned :b *swearing and slight lemon content, nothing to extreme* (y/n)= Your name (f/c)= favorite color (l/n)=Last name ==============song fic=============== "Well this is a good idea, You wouldn't do it if it wasn't, You wouldn't do it, if it wasn't one. Well my friend fancies you, What a way to begin it all, You said, They're always exciting words to hear." As you stretched and yawned, you went to

Sean's P.O.V               "I've never been good at goodbyes..." He said it so quietly I could barely hear it over the din all around us. It is an airport after all,  I thought to myself. i felt compelled to say something once I noticed my companions expression, it was that of a kicked puppy. "Me too, Mark old buddy." I replied loud enough for him to hear. The corners of his lips turned up the slightest bit. He looked at me, then immediately looked away while his cheeks turned the colour of red usually reserved for boiling lobsters. "Sean, I have to tel.." He was cut short by a sweet voice on the announcements. "Air Ireland, early bo