"Why do they call us troublemakers anyway?" Brice asks, as he flops down on the couch. "We are teenagers, it is what we do," I reply, the sarcasm lining my tone. "Isn't that what the typical teenager does?" "True," he says nodding his head in agreement. "It's not like we are bad kids," Carson says sitting on the couch nicely, unlike Brice's flop. "They are adults," I say taking a sip of my lemonade. "Their version of crazy is cribbage after eleven." "God only knows what we do in their minds," Brice says, a smile coming upon his face. We all laugh, and I can't wait until the summer begins. The twelfth summer of the "Troublemakers" all together again. Cover by: @shadednights

One day in his hotel room, Niall gets a package of twenty one letters. Twenty one letters about a girl who poured her heart out to Niall, a girl who is dying inside and is trying to fix herself again. As Niall begins to read, and the letters begin to run out, he finds himself knowing and loving this girl, all the while knowing that one day, he's going to have to stop reading. Because she stopped writing.