So, if anyone here has any ideas for the new series I'd be glad to hear them. I already have an idea, but if you guys would like to request any, just comment. By the way (everyone needs to hear this), YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! It doesn't matter if your a boy, Beauty doesn't limit to gender. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. Enjoy!

IMAGINE  YOURSELF...

  Sitting on your couch, covered in blankets. Your eyes slowly drifted from the TV, to the mess around you. Tissues littered the ground, as well as, chip bags, candy wrappers, o,d take out food containers, and even more tissues. Why, you ask, so you have all this mess?

You had just gained some new battle scars.

But not the type of battle scars you think. Not the ones you get from fighting, playing too roughly, or falling down the stairs. Those scars will fade as well as the injury. This was a different kind of battle scar from a different kind of battle.

Love.

Love is probably one of the most dangerous battlefields ever. Right as you think you have an partner, they turn around and stab you in the back. You've even done it few times yourself to others and deeply regret it.

You sniffle to yourself remembering what had caused those battle scars and who had striked the final blow.

You and (your crush) started off in an awkward relationship. You two had both gone to the same highschool but hadn't really conversed with eachother or work together. So when you two saw eachother at the same University, it was awkward.

It started off with polite conversations in the mornings and at nights, then it escalated to Monday morning coffees together then Jello on Wednesday nights, then movies and Gatorade on Friday nights.

You two didn't consider yourself as a couple but to everyone else, you were the cutest things in the world.

That was, until the beautiful, athletic, amazing, smart, talented girl came into his life.

Fiona.

She was the most perfectest girl which, automatically, you felt jealous of. But it didn't bother you much until she began to join you for your Monday morning coffees, and the Wednesday night Jello, and we can't forget the Friday night movie marathon.

Pretty soon, it was no longer '(y/n) and (your crush)' it was now, 'Fiona, (your our crush) and (y/n)'. And then it was just 'Fiona and (your crush)'.

You two still hung out...sometimes but rarely.

But things started looking up again. Fiona was going on a trip to Paris for a month and that meant a whole month of just you and (your crush).

You two were back at it again, bit even more. Almost everyday of the week was spent between you two and it wasn't long before he decided to seal the deal and ask you out on a real date.

It happened and it was great.

But like all good things, it came to an end.

Fiona came back, stronger than ever. Working her fast and hard moves, striking every single weakness of yours. But you, being the good person you are, shook it off. Because you had the one thing she didn't.

(Your crush).

Had. Had is past tense.

You walked into his dorm one day to see him exchanging saliva with Fiona. You walked over to him, face firm but slightly tear stained, and handed him his sweater you came to return.

Then you walked out and Ignored his calls. You ignored his pleads, his excuses, his tears.

Every now and then, you see eachother and you think of the battle scar he left on you. But not on your skin, on your heart.

There was a knock on the door and you got up to get it. You stepped over the mess, looked in the mirror, and opened the door.

There he stood, the very one who broke your heart.

You tried to slam the door but his placed his hand on it to stop it.

"(Y/n), please just listen." You shook your head while walking back into the dorm and huddled yourself back in the blankets.

"Get out, (your crush)," you orders once you realized he had followed you. He didn't listen, though.

"No," he said, "you're going to listen to what I have to say." You rolled your eyes as he bent down to your level.

"Fiona kissed me! I didn't kiss her and I pulled away once I realized what was going on. I didn't want to kiss her, in fact, I really just wanted to kiss you. And when you left, I-I-I  died a little on the inside. Because no one can live without a beating heart, and you were my beating heart, (y/n). And, I know, I should have said this before, and if you give me another chance, you'll hear me say it a million times more, I love you. I love you more than anyone and anything in the world. I love it when you get all sassy when your tired, I love it when you laugh so hard you cry, I love it when you blush when I say 'you're beautiful', and, in general, I. Love. You. So, please, let me show you, give me a second chance."

Your mind was scolding the blush on your cheeks, but your heart only inflamed it even more.

It was true, you had loved him but he had hurt you.

"(Your crush)," you sighed, "I don't know if I'm willing to let you back in my life again. And if I do, it's gonna take a long time to build back up my trust."

"I'm willing to wait," he interrupted, "a thousand years, a million years, eternity. It doesn't matter, as long as you say your mine."

You thought for a moment before speaking again.

"I'm yours."