Hello, this is going to be a forsaken ONESHOTS which is gonna include Azuretime, Paycheck (Elliot and chance) Shopdebt, and etc! And there's going to be Angst, Fluff, and yup! And have fun!

I LOVE DOUBLEFEDORA NOM NOM NOM NOM *eats every doublefedora fanfic* *creds to darkv1bes for the cover* REQUESTS CURRENTLY OPEN

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮?! WARNING: cringe, bad grammar. ( 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞⬇︎) . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝. 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞. 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐫𝐞𝐢

"What? You gonna avoid me again like you did today? Pretend I'm not here and call it a night?" Then there's Donovan. Bittersweet, underappreciated Donovan. My best friend. The only person I had known I could use as a safety cushion whenever things got tough. My punching bag, my own personal, opinionated diary. He snapped my journal shut, waving it at me. "Can you be honest for once in your life and tell me what that list is about?" "I am honest with you."I mumbled, distracted by the bruises and cuts on his hand. "What happened there?" "Don't dodge the question. If you're so honest, why didn't you tell me they were giving you a hard time?" "Because it doesn't matter." "And Mel?" I admit that the worry in his honeyed-earths had almost cracked my demeanor, leaving me feeling vulnerable enough to want to open up to him, to let him in on all the cruelty I've endured. That is until he mentioned her. He took my silence as the answer he wanted to his question. He wanted me to be the bad guy because he cared that much for her. Wanted me to take on the role of bad friend so it'd fit his story and make him secure in his feelings. "Don't touch my stuff, Donovan." I mumbled and plucked my journal out of his hands with no fight from his end. I tucked my secrets back on my bookshelf and leaned against the wall, arms crossed as I anticipated his next words. I was met with silence and a whole lot of eye judging and with that, my old nemesis, panick, set in. "Did you read it?" Gosh, I hate how fragile that came out. I need to pull myself together before I end up saying something I'd regret. "You still haven't answered my question about Mel." "Because it's insulting." I responded, balling my hands into a fist to keep from chewing on my nails. "Did you read my journal?" He scoffed. "What do you think?" ... A story that tells of the struggles of teenage life, embracing change and how to cope with society as a whole.