Chris and PJ go on an adventure. Cover credit: http://ilovejamespotter16.deviantart.com/art/Kickthestickz-311768906

Q: How long have you and Dean Dobbs known each other and how'd you meet? Jack Howard: We’ve known each other from the age of 14 and we met in maths class. We bonded over Panic! At The Disco. NOTE: This is a 'safe' fanfiction. There is NO self harm, eating disorders or suicide included in this story. Rest assured that you should not be triggered while reading.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

Jack lives in a world where people have the same tattoo on their wrist to show that they are soulmates. He has tried every girl that has come into his path but what if it isn't a girl? Mark has the exact same problem, but they are both more than 4,000 miles apart. A/n-In this book we will share the journey of Mark and Sean's/Jack's never ending love. **New Cover!!**

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying

frank seems to have a small crush on his regular customer. completed ; 9 november 2016 [ask permission to repost elsewhere. do not plagiarize. if u see someone plagiarizing this work, pls let me know!]

"His eyes - oh, God, his eyes - were an entirely different story. Staring into his eyes was like staring into the summer sky just before the sunset came, before the yellow, pink, and purple clouds came to fog up your vision. They were the definition of a cloudless sky, a clear river seen running through a wide field of grass, that one, blue, sparkling diamond that stood out more than any other in a goldmine. Shining like the stars and as light as a feather, they tricked you into a strange sense of security, a state that one would be foolish to leave intentionally. Everything about his eyes was passionate, beautiful, and enticing, anything a man could ever ask for. I wanted more of his eyes, more of him." :D Thanks for checking this out! Awesome cover photo by someone who goes by the name Shuploc on Instagram - please feel free to check them out!

This is the second book to The new kid. Previously Jack jumped into the ocean and hit his head really hard. He then went into a coma, when he got out of his coma he didn't remember anything. Now can Mark trigger his Memories or will he have to meet his lover all over again.