Michael and Calum are keeping a huge secret from their band members. But how long will it last?

{THIS A SEQUEL TO NO MATTER WHAT} After the zombie apocalypse, Michael and Calum remain together. The world has been repopulated with the human race, once again. Life has pretty much gone back to normal. Although, the trauma is still there... Calum is diagnosed with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.) Whatever happens, Michael has to be there for him. Will everything be alright now?

When You're the new kid in school, people call you weird. When you're hanging around with the school bullies favorite victims, people call you weird. When you have just moved into the house known as 'the possessed house' no one calls you. (Malum and Lashton fanfic) THIS BOOK IS VERY OUTDATED AND NOT A REFLECTION OF MY LATEST WRITING STYLE AND MATURITY.

Meet Calum Hood: Tumblr famous, gay bassist. He knows everyone and everything to know about the Internet. He likes to make short little covers on YouTube in black and white on his lap top, and he's quite proud of his 15 thousand subscribers. But he's even more fond on his 2.2 million tumblr followers, you could say he was the 'it boy' of tumblr. He owned 30+ flower crowns and hundreds if band tees. (Some of which he didn't even know if it was actually a band. The shirt just looked really cool) So it was a normal day, and on his dashboard one Tuesday night, a boy reblogged his post. His name was Michael Clifford. Who knew one itty bitty note would change everything. I guess you could say, it started with a band Based off of the song Collar Full by Panic! At the disco. Coming soon.

Journal Entry – My life, my everything, The boy who was the center Of my world. He's gone. He told me that he'd never give up And that he'd never leave no matter How depressed he was. I kissed every inch of every Scar there was on his beautiful body. I kissed him, engulfed him in Cuddles, told him how much I Loved him. I guess it wasn't enough to keep Him alive. I need to be with him, so here I am, leaving as well. No one will see this, but if you do, This is goodbye. I love you mom, dad, and mali, you Loser. Thank you for raising me To be the person I've grown to be To this very day. Ashton, Luke, thank you for being My best friends. I love you all. This isn't your fault, don't blame yourself. Please. This is my decision. Yours truly, Calum Hood