Luke Hemmings, a guy the gods spent years sculpting into perfection themselves; mysterious, sexy, seventeen-year-old boy? Or awkward, adorable blushy and flustered cutie pie? Ava Moore may kind of perhaps have a sort of thing for this particular boy, but why would he ever consider her, the most unextraordinary, average excuse for a girl? Well, he wouldn't, would he? Especially since he was already utterly and oh, so deeply in love with who everyone considered to be the spawn of satan. But when a tragic turn of events leaves Luke drowning in a pit of his own misery, it's Ava who's there to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.
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Mend Me? ➸ hemmings a.u
Fanfiction"She tore me apart," "I can mend you, I have glue in the form of kisses and cuddles." Ava's unextraordinary, Michael is a human manifestation of sarcasm, Luke was sculpted by angels and his girlfriend Rose may or may not be the spawn of satan.
