While cleaning out his room to leave for college, Kellin Quinn discovers a mysterious book which holds his whole life story. Past, present, and future. So what happens when Kellin discovers Vic Fuentes, fellow student, in his future? Many things. Many good and bad things to be exact.

Kellin Quinn is a new student in a boarding school ruled by reckless and rebelling Vic Fuentes. Note: Violent, trigger ending

A list of the most beautiful Jalex fanfictions I've read. This is cute to read even if you don't know what Jalex is c: None of these are mine, uncles I say otherwise.

Kellin Quinn is a new student in a boarding school, his eyes set on his attractive english teacher Vic Fuentes.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

The last thing anyone expected Kellin to be interested in was romance. Especially not toward a guy. Especially not toward a guy like Vic. What people don’t know is this: Vic and Kellin have history, and the kiss that Kellin gives Vic in the middle of the hallway is anything but random. That kiss could do nothing…but it has the potential to change everything. Cover made by @I_Sleep_With_Sirens!

After escaping from police custody, Clover tries to piece his life back together. Determined to return to home and be reunited with his family, he has to first elude the country wide man hunt. Will he be able to resist his old ways in order to remain undetected? After hearing that Colin has escaped, Summer and Becca prepare themselves for the inevitable; Clover is coming back for them. Will the police and their families be enough to protect them? Clover's coming back and he's determined to prove to the girls; 'You'll always be mine'.

(boyxboy) Sequel to What A Catch, Kellin so you should probably go ahead and check that one out first!

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

Remember when you were my boat, I was your sea, together we'd float so delicately? Jack Barakat is just your average kid. Bunking off school, stealing exam papers, falling in love. Alex Gaskarth was different. He was a lot different. Sure, he bunked off school too. He even started the stealing exam paper trend. But he didn't fall in love. He just made people fall in love. Jack Barakat was a victim, a victim of Alex's love. The one's who haven't died or started families are all just working on building sites or battling university fees and a boy I used to know made me a promise once, I wonder if he kept it, or if he even remembers it..