"i don't mind being hated, but I hate being misunderstood" AP soysawce 2018

When a horrible accident occurs at a Palaye Royale concert, Remington and those he holds close to him have to help him regain his life. " My eyes filled with tears as I cradled his head, my body shaking in fear that I would lose him. I was subconsciously aware of the crowd being herded out of the venue by the security and the distant sounds of ambulance sirens. It was much quieter when the crowd was out, making it easier to panic. My arms started shaking, and the tears overflowed and ran down my cheeks. Nobody would have been able to comfort me in that moment. " **Disclaimer** All photographs seen throughout the story, any song lyrics/names, and characters other than my own are not owned by me. They are property of their respectful owners. Most, if not all, of the photos included in this story are edited by me other than the title cover. Any relation to any other persons in this story, real or fictional, are purely coincidental.

"Can We Meet On A Sunday?" I looked at my lighten up screen and slightly smiled. I then responded "sure".

Emerson was broken. Barely a ghost of the man he once was. His heart had been shattered by someone who taught him how to feel, and someone who took off the mask he once wore as protection from any emotions. She broke him, and now no-one was there to pick up the pieces. He hid his pain from his brothers, not wanting them to see how truly broken and empty he was, so they couldn't pick up the pieces.

"All three are missing!" Emerson is 12 years old and the youngest out of the Kropp brothers. The middle child was Remington who is 15 and the oldest Sebastian who is 17. The three brothers was as close as ever. But unfortunately there is always somebody who tries to ruin the fun and make people's lives a complete misery. That's was their father. Mr Kropp has joined the army and left them early as he had gotten good news of having a new child.

"all I do is ruin things, it's all I'm good at.. I don't want to add you to that list." I looked down, but he spoke up again. "It would be an honour to be ruined by you." AP soysawce 2017

I take her hand and start the walk to the building. It's very dark out, and the lot is only lit on the front. But I have no trouble finding my way. Once we are walking along the back side of the building, I stop. She is in between myself and the building now, and I don't think I can control myself much longer. I turn to face her, and she faces me. I lift her chin so that I can look into her eyes. At this point, she has no vision. I can tell she is starting to panic. Her pulse is rising. We are finally arriving at my favorite part. 'Shh. Sweetheart, everything is fine.' I coo. 'I just want to thank you for the ride.' I lean down and kiss her neck. Then a lick. Then a bite. Her blood fills my mouth, and I black out. Loosing all control. Completed Highest rank: #1 remington #2 remingtonleith #2 emersonbarrett #24 palayeroyale Formerly titled 'A Not So Casual Encounter' New ending.

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When lead singer Patrick Stump goes missing following an incident with some fans, will Pete, Joe and Andy get there in time to save him?

ri·val ˈrīvəl noun plural noun: rivals 1. a person or thing competing with another for the same objective or for superiority in the same field of activity. ..... This fic is basically a gay ship mess of your favorite band members *Trigger Warning- drugs, alcohol, gayness, violence* -Awesome cover made by @surroundedbythorns-