tyler has cystic fibrosis. josh and brendon don't see him any differently than everyone else.

"My heart's big enough. Let me take care of you." "Both of you."

** You would find her in a polaroid picture and she means everything to me. ** This is inspired by "She" by Dodie Clark, so the chapter titles are all Dodie's brilliant work. Yeah. Enjoy or whatever.

story of a teen gay love life, told through dodie's "She" lyrics.

❝I- what? What are you talking about? Who is this?❞ ❝Well the bathroom stall says that this number is the gateway to a good time, and unless you're trying to say that a bathroom stall is lying to me, I think I need a little more information to be sold. Do you have like a yelp page I could look up? Past customer reviews? How many stars out of five?❞ ❝What are yo- oh my god, I'm going to fucking kill Marie.❞ (alternatively called: a lot of people shit with pens) written in dialogue // cover by xhemmingshugsx

He was her teacher. She was his obsession. YouTube Trailer: Call It An Obsession // Wattpad

"I'm going to tell you about a girl and a boy. But remember, this is not a love story. This is the story of how I ruined Brendon Urie's life. And I loved it." Popularity is tough, but destroying someone is tougher. Cora Crawford-Pierson has worked since the sixth grade in anticipation for this year. She's got the looks, the smarts and the social status to execute her ultimate plot against Brendon Urie. Junior year of high school would be the year that she turns everything Brendon loves into dirt. With an aching passion for revenge, there's absolutely nothing that can stand in Cora's way. She will get what she wants, even if that means destroying everything she's worked so hard to create. Maybe Brendon deserves what he has coming, but ultimately, how far is too far? Lies? Deception? Murder? Sluts And Glory is something not for the weak of heart, stomach or mind. An unforgettably dark tale told through the eyes of a twisted seventeen-year-old about obsession, manipulation and sex.

He stalked towards me, hunger in his once bright eyes, his body as rigid as a predator ready for the kill. With my back against the wall I searched for my escape, for even a glimmer of hope in this dark pit of hell; nothing. Here I was, face to face with what one can only describe as a raging psychopath, and all I could do was cower with my knees to my chest. In seconds a pressure wrapped its stinging presence around my throat, hoisting me from the floor until my tip-toes barely grazed the tile beneath me. Violently clawing at the fleshy fingers, I fought with every bit of strength I had. "I love it when you squirm. It makes it all the more thrilling." Hot breath caressed my ear, spilling the acidity of his words into my very core. "What happened to you?" I pleaded, trying to reach out to whatever part of the real him was still left. "Well, you see my dear, a lot of things can happen behind these walls." Cover designed by AnxietyAtTheBall, whom I absolutely love!