I guess once you escape from hell, you’re pretty much okay with any situation, as long as it makes sense. You find a balance, a routine, and no matter how shitty it may seem, you accept it because it’s better than what you had before. And you forget that everything can still change, that your life continues to unwind to the point where you lose track of it. You don’t realise, at first, that you’ve lost control. That is, of course, until you come face to face with death. And that’s when it hits you… you’ve fucked up. Yeah, I guess you could say that’s what happened to me. ....... Yay, another Jalex fanfic! El-oh-el. Expect some James Bond stuff in this one guys. So hi. This is a collaboration between me and my friend Emily (she writes the Jack parts, I write the Alex ones). We try to update once a week but we actually update once a month. Ownership rights: We own All Time Low. We keep them tied up to some chairs in my attic. We feed them cotton candy sometimes. (but in all seriousness we do not own All Time Low) Okey-dokey that's all hope you like it ^-^

What would my father do if he found out that his son was bisexual? How would he and my family react? They have already sent me to therapy for a period of time when I was still in school, merely a teenager, but I haven't gone back in over ten years. I should introduce myself properly; I am Jack Bassam Barakat. As the guitarist of a band, All Time Low, most would expect me to have the perfect job, the perfect family, a perfect life. When in reality, I am a walking travesty. My wrists and arms are littered with healing and forming scars. I put the blade to my skin nearly every day by now. My friends and family think that I have stopped harming myself, but no one understands that I can't. I simply cannot find that strength in me. And now I am discovering my love for my best friend, my band-mate, and the person whom I try to lay my blades down for. Alex Gaskarth. Warning: Rated for language, self harm, a suicide attempt, and possibly some sexual and drug/alcohol content.

Leeann Evans has been best friends with Jack Barakat ever since she ran away with her mother and brother from an abusive father at the age of 12. She thinks life's all better now and concentrates on school and Jack's band, but then things come up that she wished never would. Will Jack help her through it all? And are they really 'just friends' like they say they are? Hmm...

After a roller coaster summer at warped tour, Zack and Ashley have been taking their relationship long distance. What will happen when they finally reunite on a crazy adventure in Baltimore? Title Inspired by "For Baltimore" by All Time Low

Fuenciado fan fic. hey, sorry. but this story won't be updated cause I've lost all kinds of inspiration for it. also, Jaime & I don't talk anymore. so don't look for another update, the rest is for your own imagination to make up. <3 -Victoria

(ON HOLD) Hunger Games x Bands, In Panem, times are as hard as ever but the Hunger Games is still going strong. 24 new contestants must be picked but who will win? (Includes bands such as: All Time Low, Paramore, We Are The In Crowd, You Me At Six and more)

Alex had been friends with Jack since that fateful day 7 years ago in the woods near their homes. Now Alex has realized he has different feelings than he did years ago. Could a messed up family and a jealous ex ruin what the two boys had work so hard to obtain?

Music Will bring them together but it can just as easily rip them apart. With a difficult life Emily has only her voice to bring her joy. What if the Joy of her life need only to hear her sing for the magic to begin? Baldy ran out further into the lawn and did a half forwards roll that ended with him lying flat on his stomach. I stared at this, what kind of a move was that? The others laughed endlessly and baldy hopped up grinning madly. Curly stood and looked like he was going to attempt the same thing but instead just lay on his back. Gazing at the sky. They watched him until the beers came and then all interest was lost. But I continued to look at Curly he was studying his surroundings carefully with such interest that I wondered if he was seeing something other than the normal white houses, grass and inky night sky. I realised my legs were hurting. I must have been sitting on them for about an hour, spying on my new neighbours. As I moved to readjust myself. My leg hit my guitar which fell to the hard wooden floor with a crash. Curly's head snapped in my direction. How had he heard that? Our Eyes locked. And he slowly sat up.

Alex Gaskarth can't seem to keep it together. His girlfriend left him and now, he's watching his life fall apart around him as his anxiety takes over. When everything becomes too much, he goes to visit his aunt in South Carolina. All he needs is a break from touring and all the memories of the girl he can't stop loving. However, there's more waiting for him in the south than a well-meaning aunt and some relaxation. Could a sweet southern belle be the saving grace Alex needs or will he never quite recover from the wounds his ex left?