A mixture of conversations between Dan and Phil by texts. Enjoy.

Phil is a poor boy forced to marry another man. He's not very healthy and he's very anxious to be the husband of a rich man. The constant cloud of suicide and anxiety follows Phil Lester everywhere he goes and he struggles to fit into his new life. It's a good thing this man he marries is a good man and eventually Phil falls in love. 2019 edit- TRIGGER WARNING, CUTTING AND STUFF WARNING- 9 YEAR DIFFERENCE cover credit to- @AnnekaCannon

Part 2 of the infamous series. You asked for it, so you got it - this is the sequel to You're The Straw To My Berry! If you haven't read YTSTMB, it would make sense to read that first but it's not 100% necessary.

Part 1 of the infamous series. Feelings appear. Sparks fly. Love rises. Problems occur. Please note: This story is now very old (7 years old in 2020) and I'd like to think my writing has improved since then! There are a bunch of cringey parts and bad writing in here, but enjoy and thanks for reading! :)

Phil doesn't talks. Well, not anymore. The last time he said something, was when he didn't hate himself. And that was a long time ago. But now, everything is different. He must struggle with depression, whilst new boy Dan Howell desperately attempts to win him over. [Warning: this could be triggering at some points]

Tom was Alex's hero. What do you do when your hero dies? Worried about her son, Isobel Gaskarth sends Alex to Dr. Bassam Barakat, Towson's best therapist. Dr. Barakat isn't the one that helps Alex the most, though. It's his son, Jack Barakat.

It all began with a kiss, with Alex, my best friend, my band mate, which got me thinking, am I gay? The audience was yelling now. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!" They chanted. I blinked, confused. "What?" Alex asked a fan. "Okay" he murmured and made his way over to me. I raised at eyebrow but he didn't say anything. He grabbed my face and softly pecked me on the lips. Dumbfounded I just stood there. "Alright!" Alex picked up the mic skillfully. "This ones called weightless. Hit it!" The drums kicked in and I played as alex pranced around on stage. After that show, fans ordered us to kiss at every venue we performed at. Became a regular thing I guess. I just wished the kisses would last longer... So I admit. I, Jack Barakat, have a crush on my best friend and fellow bandmate, Alex Gaskarth.

Alex is a troublemaker, yet he doesn't want to be. It's just that when people get too close, or too personal for his comfort, he snaps. Events of his past have left him afraid of almost any physical contact, and other people in general. He's trying to mend his broken life, and is offered a fresh start after being expelled from his last school. Jack, on the other hand, is depressed. He feels worthless, like a waste of life and space, and has just about the lowest self-esteem possible. He's searching for the affection and comfort he so desperately needs. The meet at a bus stop one day, but are torn apart when Alex has to suddenly run off, without even giving the boys a chance to exchange names. Half a year later, the pair is reunited, when Jack is assigned to be Alex's tour guide on his first day at Dulaney High. Their feelings for one another quickly grow, though they're confused about where, exactly, the relationship is headed. Can the two boys help each other? Are they enough?

"You don't have friends?" She asked. "Nope. Never have, never will." I mumbled. And that, is how I started to talk to a boy across the world. 3,564 Miles Away.

*Sequel to Weightless (Jalex) * This is a Jalex fan fiction otay? Contains boyxboy content. May contain some drug use too! I DO NOT OWN ALL TIME LOW. I WISH I DID THOUGH. I don't know what happened, one minute we were all lovey and mushy then the next, my heart seem to get smashed into pieces, old habits and unexpected people return, getting back to my old ways, it's the same shit all over again, only ten times worse. Someone manage us, we're a mess.