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We're Just A Match Into Water... by RagingYouth
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Say You'll Mean It (an All Time Low Fanfic) by thatmakesmealiar
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Melinda is your typical everyday 24 year old. She goes to work, lives in a tiny apartment, and struggles to pay her rent each month. The thought of love never even crosses her mind. That is, until she runs into a member of the ultra popular band All Time Low! Melinda's life is completely turned upside down, taking on a journey of pain, remembrance, happiness, forgiveness, and of corse, love.
I'm A Walking Travesty (All Time Low Fanfic) [Watty Awards Winner] by AccountDeactivated
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[Watty Awards Finalist] Valarie is a young guitar tech fresh out of college with no money and no where to stay. Her best friend Freddy introduces her to twin sisters Samantha and Sof, both who are close to the biggest rockstars of all time, All Time Low. She becomes close to everyone on tour, but in particular, Jack Barakat. With so many tragic and life changing events happening on the tour bus, will Valarie and Jack pull through?
Jalex - My Toxic Valentine by HeatherGaskarthx
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Alex Gaskarth is constantly picked on at school for being himself. He hates his life and just wonders why he bothers. That was until Jack Barakat came to town. (Boyxboy) An All Time Low Fanfiction. Just sayin.. i dont own All Time Low. allthough it'd be cool if i did!
Smile On His Lips and Cuts On His Hips (Jalex) by Rose682
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What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx