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Would You Like a Flower? An H2OVanoss Valentine’s Day Special It was that time of year again. Every time, it snuck up on him like a silent assassin. It would stab him, and leave as quickly as it had arrived. The snow from the winter was beginning to melt, but it wasn’t gone yet. Slush had started piling in the street like mountains, and children wasted no time stomping on them. There was a feeling in the air, one that he couldn’t quite explain. It was like a mixture of bumblebees and butterflies flittering around his back, and if he listened carefully, he could almost hear the faint buzzing. The sun was shining above, and e

(Note: Read description if you want. I always put more info in there so if you already don't, please do for all my works. Just letting you know. Enjoy~)              No one saw his face. No one. People knew that elementary was a tough time for growing kids but this problem was making it harder. He was a social butterfly, awkward and shy at first, but was ready to get out there to show the world up but when it came to letting people see his face, his world would come crashing down. Always hidden by a hood or some type of mask, those features were always away from prying eyes. There was nothing wrong with hi

Delirious tied the strings on his left ice skate, putting it back on the floor and worked on the right one. Vanoss walked onto the huge ice rink in front of them, starting a lap around the entire thing along with another crowd of strangers. Delirious rolled his eyes and scoffed, placing his right foot back on the ground. “What a show off.” He said to himself, standing up. But as soon as he lifted off the bench, Delirious fell over, catching onto the rink border so he would hit the ground. As that happened, Vanoss stopped his skates, smirking at Delirious. “Come on dude. You’re not gonna spend all day hugging a wall.&#

Everyone was over at Lui's house for a party. Even Nogla had flown over for a visit. They were all enjoying their time just chilling by the couch, gaming to their hearts content. And very competitively that they had to form some "champion brackets". "Okay, guys," Nogla said as he stood up. "Obviously I'm the champ here." He smiled at the others as they sat defeated around him. "Aw, don't be so sad." "Nogla...just get on with it." Lui scowled at him. "Okay, okay, here's what I have planned as the winner. Since you guys lost, we're going to be playing a classic game called...gay chicken." Nogla smiled slyly and looked around the room "Nogla!

VanossgamingXH2ODelirious Okay so this is a long story I made, a bunch of people told me to upload it so here it is. The story starts out kind of slow but I promise it gets better and this is just a quick warning the contains some make-out sessions and mature themes are implied but not written out so if you are uncomfortable in anyway please skip them. Anyway, that's it I hope you enjoy. Characters: Vanoss/Evan, H2ODelirious/Jonathan, WILDCAT/Tyler, Marcel, Terroriser, MiniLadd, Droidd, Nogla and Lui. Vanoss’ POV: I watched as Delirious walked up to my house, he was wearing his blue hoodie and dumbass hockey mask. God I hated that t

Memoryless H2OVanoss “Show me some of the pictures from the attic,” Delirious commanded one day.            Vanoss looked at him. “What?”            “I wanna know more about before,” he continued. “I want to see them. I’ll even get the box from the attic!”            There was a moment of silence. Did Delirious really just ask him that?            “Dark brown, labeled ‘Friends,’” Vanoss told him, not sure what else to say. “It's not hard to miss.”            Delirious nodded, showing his understanding, and ran to the attic. A few months ago, Vanoss

You sighed. are you shitting me? So here you were on the stage and there was Arthur in the seats.You couldn't believe it!You were going to win his heart.No not like that.You were going to throw it at him like a ton of bricks.Shatter his thoughts and replace them with memories of you.You were going to make him fall for you one way or another.You were going to piss his bitch off and get her to run off. You've obviously never done this before because if you had you wouldn't be sweating like crazy and munching on chocolate.FUCK.You were so nervous!You didn't like it one bit.You slid on some dark skinny jeans with a couple of holes,a white band T-

There she was. The beautiful girl at the bar dressed in black stilettos with crimson soles and a white dress.Her bangs framing her face perfectly,her hair tied in a feminine ponytail. It didn't seem to fit her at all. She had broadened shoulders and narrow eyes making her look like she was glaring all the time.Those sharp _______ irises probing into the wall before her as if she was trying to shatter it.She crossed her legs resting her elbow on the table with her hand cradling her chin.I walked toward this captivating girl wondering what she was doing at a welcoming party for suitors in need of a betrothed.She looked magnificent though despit

6:00 A.M. You shot up from bed instantly and raced to your bathroom to take an extremely quick shower before running out the door sporting an orange and white striped t-shirt and some jean Capri shorts to a friend of yours named Lovino.Your fist pounded on the door with such force it seemed as if you would leave dents in the poor ruby red door.You couldn’t help it!You just couldn’t seem to contain your excitement any longer!It was the day your so called ‘sensei’ was going to teach you gestures and posture for your long awaited date with the popular among populars Alfred Jones!Your fists stopped mid-way from abusing the

Matthew stared down at his phone. He was truly dreading making such a phone call since of course Alfred had to be that overprotective older brother and freak out when he found out that Gilbert and Matthew were getting married. Matthew had already faced one phone call with Alfred and that had not gone well. Alfred had only made matters worse and Gilbert had hung up on him after he saw how distraught Matthew was. With a small sigh Matthew dialed the familiar Virginia number and wished that Gilbert had stayed in the room instead of going off somewhere else but he knew he had to talk with his brother. The rings seemed to echo in Matthew’s