ATL Fanfic Emmas Leben geht den Bach runter davon ist sie überzeugt sie glaubt an nichts Gutes mehr in der Welt und sie ist sich sicher dass das Leben nichts mehr wert ist ... Doch diese Meinung ändert sich ...

Alex Flynn has spent the majority of his teenage years hiding, hiding from the past, hiding from the present, and cowering in fear of the future, he has secrets who doesn't, but Alex's secrets aren't who he's crushing on this month, they go a whole lot deeper and way more eventful than that. A dead mother and a crazy father later Alex is adopted by the Flynn's, there wealthy kind and loving life should be simple for him now right? Wrong Alex meets Jack, a boy that makes him feel things he doesn't understand, on the surface Jack looks the perfect guy, but meeting Alex wakes something In him that was long dormant, can jack control himself before its too late or will he take both he and Alex down before they've had a chance to begin. ( Will contain BoyXBoy *jalex*, violence, self harm, attempted suicide, mental illness. *if you are offended of affected by any of these topics please contact me !! :)

Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat (Jalex) - High School AU Eventual Jalex Title Credit - Tigers Jaw I don't own All Time Low or any of the characters/places mentioned, this is purely a made up story from my imagination I just own the storyline When fourteen year old Alex Gaskarth is told that his parents are sending him away to live with his uncle in the United States, the young teen struggles with the drastic change of moving from Essex, England to Baltimore, Maryland . Although after a mere few days of arriving, Alex adjusts just fine once he starts attending Dulaney High School. There, he's met with irritated teachers, new friends, judgmental students, and Jack Barakat. A boy with unwanted hostility towards Alex; who assumes it's no more than prejudice. However, Alex is met with a situation he never saw coming until he pieces everything together.

"Hello?" I answered the phone. "Hey, Amy?" "No, this is Maddie." - a simple start to a unique story.

Alex Gaskarth was a hot fucking mess when his girlfriend, Sammy, left him. His bandmates tried anything and everything they could think of to pull him out of his deep, depressing mood to no avail. Finally, his best friend Jack came up with an idea: Why not hire a new girlfriend, just to get Alex back on his feet? Enter The Hustler, the epitome of Alex's perfect girlfriend, who is only given one rule: Never, ever tell anyone she's paid.

Alex Gaskarth is a nobody. He's just one small speck that walks the world alone and barely makes it by. He's lived off of his parents ever since he graduated, but now that they've moved back to England and left him in Baltimore, he's barely able to pay to put food on the table. He doesn't have a job (and doesn't care to get one) so the only way that he's able to make money is playing guitar in the local park, but what happens one day when he's approached by a stranger who just so happens to also be a part of the richest family in Baltimore? Jack Barakat is a somebody. Being one of the four children of a wealthy industry owner, he pretty much has enough money to buy whatever he wants and more. He enjoys having money, but there's one problem... Eventually the money runs out and the fact that his father has an obsession with alcohol and his mother is addicted to cocaine isn't helping any. He thought he could have all the fun being rich, but he's at the point where he realizes that the money will eventually get to your head and he wants out of that life. That's when he stumbles across a man playing guitar in the park. That's when he realizes that he may get the chance to live "normally" for once. This is a story I am cowriting on mibba. Jack's point of view: Me, c0l0urfultears Alex's point of view: My coauthor, @EmptySighsAndWine Title credit: Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me - All Time Low Completed but not edited.

If it wasn't for one faulty clasp, Jack Barakat and Alex Gaskarth would have been nothing more than another one night stand to each other. If Jack hadn't been rushing to college, they never would have met properly in the daylight. If Alex hadn’t had to get to work early, they never would have fallen for one another. If the pendant hadn’t caught the light, they never would have torn each other apart. But on that day, late January, that seemingly insignificant piece of metal did break. Jack was late. Alex was forced to be early. The sun shone at the right angle. And that made all the difference.

Alex ist ein nicht sonderlich guter Schüler. Sein Lehrer Mr. Barakat will ihm Nachhilfe geben ...

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx