Jack lives in Websterville. A town with two elementary schools, two middle schools and one big high school. That is YouTube high school where you learn everything about the internet and everything just to help you later in life. Jack got his hair died a week before school and not too much of a people person. He is interested and scared when the two worlds collide from the other two buildings. He has no idea what will happen to him. He finds this out even more so when he falls for a guy named Mark. (Okay but I feel the need to add this two years later because people think I wrote this recently. Guys I finished this when I was 11 started it when I was 10 this is not gonna be 100% accurate I was a kid and it's been years but have fun reading) Words overall: 26,235

"you always call me pretty and it makes me angry because i like when you call me pretty, but you shouldn't be calling me pretty, and i think there's a part of you that knows you shouldn't" "i'm sorry" "it's okay-" "no I mean i'm sorry you feel that way, if i see something pretty, or see something that i like, i'm going to acknowledge that, because beautiful things deserve to know they're beautiful, i couldn't care less what gender you are, you're fucking stunning, and i hope there's a part of you that knows i'm right" [a story in which an egocentric irish boy named jack always thought he was straight until this sanguine and facetious boy from his schools basketball team suddenly obtained the confidence to tell him he was really pretty]

he needed someone; whether they were a lover with honey smiles or a drunken mess who littered damaged kisses along his skin, he didnt care. he just needed someone. ---------- redo of the original damaged kisses since i hated how it turned out cover art inspired by celethstial WARNINGS: self harm, depression, abuse, and thoughts of suicide, and suicide attempts are included, so please read at your own risk [FINISHED: MAY 15th 2017] a/n: as i now realize how badly written this is, i want to apologize for the inclination that i romanticized the topics above. those were not my intentions. 1) i wrote this as a way to cope with my own trauma 2) i was... fairly young and ignorant of what damage this could cause to any survivors out there. as i'm older now, i want to apologize for any harm done to those with depression, are struggling with self harm & suicide, and are survivors of abuse or are still suffering from such. as a survivor of my own nightmares, i wish you the best x

❝You're gonna spent New Year's Eve with your mother.❝ *** (Teenage Septiplier AU) COMPLETED