"I think this fucking thing is glitching, it says I only have one viewer." In which a young girl is the only viewer of on of Brendon Urie's Periscopes.

Mischa was able to balance her double life pretty well, and nobody suspected a thing. That is, until Ashley Frangipane happened.

Do you ever just feel like, I don't know.. You've messed up? Like you don't know where to go, or who to trust? Well that's how I felt everyday of my life until I met him. I'm Harley, and this is the story of how I fell in love with the mentally unstable piano player.

DISCLAIMER: BOOK IS BEING REWRITTEN. IF YOU WANT TO READ GO AHEAD BUT YOU WILL BE SUPER CONFUSED. FOR NOW, YOU CAN ADD IT TO YOUR LIBRARY AND WAIT UNTIL I UPDATE ALL YHE CHAPTERS AT ONCE. THANK YOU i walked out of the enormous stadium and went to the back of it. i pulled out the joint that i had previously rolled the night before. rummaging through my pockets, i attempted to find a lighter. of course i had no luck. i saw a person in the distance with smoke surrounding them. i walked up to them with my hands in my pockets, hoping that they had a lighter for me to borrow. "hey-" i had gotten cut off by the person, abruptly. "oh god i knew that a fan would find me." he said scratching the back of his head. i furrowed my eyebrows at him and squinted at him trying to make out his face in my mind. i knew he had looked severely familiar to me. "i just came to see if you-" i said getting cut off by him again, wishing he would let me finish what i was attempting to say, but obviously that wasn't happening anytime soon. "if i would take a picture with you?" he said with a cocky attitude. "i don't want a stupid picture with you!" i said raising my voice. his face looked taken back as to what i had just said, but if he would've gotten cut off three or more times, he'd feel the same way. "well what do you want?" he said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Psychiatric hospitals, also known as mental hospitals and psychiatric wards ("psych" wards) when they are a sub-unit of a regular hospital, are hospitals or wards specializing in the treatment of serious mental disorders." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "You know," he whispered, "this entire world is insane. Just because I'm stuck in this asylum doesn't mean that I'm any crazier than you; maybe I just did what you're scared to do. Maybe they just ripped off my mask." A Brendon Urie Fanfiction Written by @abbiealltimelow

after their breakup, brendon and alex unexpectedly meet up again in the sin city and realize maybe their loss was worth rekindling.

There was something so intriguing about the way he wanted her, the way she wanted him, and the way neither of them wanted to want each other.

When Brendon causes a fan to take her own life, she is forced to fulfill her mission by contacting him from the grave. Can she change him for the better, or is she forever stuck in purgatory?

"Well, I make things, fix things, and collect stuff." "Like what?" "Well, I can fix cars and broken toys and I make and collect..." He paused. "Dolls." his voice a bare whisper. "What?" "Oh, nothing." __________________ InsanelyFrancesca© AnxietyAtTheBall© InsaneAtTheBall©

You can't make a Church Boy out of an Atheist, but you can make a Bad Girl out of a Christian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Brendon Urie Fanfic