Self absorbed, yet unmistakably charming, the frontman has a way with words that entices me in like no other. Carefully picked and perfectly delivered sentences flow like a gentle river, it's waves only to be rippled by his thick sheffield accent. But when speech is secondary; his body leaves me dumb-founded and I find myself desperate to trace the creases of the rockstar's sweating skin.

It has come to my attention girls are having quite the issue understanding us simple minded men so I have written up a few chapters of things for you to study.

A group of misfits, conspiracy theorists, a hippy, and none other than an imposter of the King of Rock himself join up at the start of the zombie apocalypse. They all had their opinions that it would start eventually and they all knew how to fight the damned things. But when the aliens started to invade, that was too much. Their now on a journey across the country to make it to the rumored Safe House in Alaska. Will they make it there in one piece or loose people on the way? Will they come into contact with zombies or aliens? Will they end up killing each other and just be killed themselves? Will the aliens have zombie babies?! Follow the misadventures or the group on the journey to find out if it truly is the end of the world as they know it. (Thanks to dippy011 for giving me some direction and opinions on some stuff that would really make this... thing what it is.)

Imagine being alone in your own house for 2 months. What would you do? I know most of you would respond by saying, "I would throw total ragers and get shit-face wasted!" And then all the bros and hoes would high five and laugh. Me? Thats amateur stuff. I spend it staying up late watching re-runs of pretty little liars in my polka dot booty shorts and baggy Bieber shirt. Now don't go around calling me a geek, because I dont prefer being referenced as an "Unfashionable, Socially inept person." I mean who would? Not my fault I actually want a future and live life comfortably. So you can only imagine my surprise when I agreed to the bad boys pinky promise.

He smirks. "Fine." And with that said, he shoves the detention slip down his pants, never breaking eye contact with me. Then he gives me a grin and even decides to tap his crotch. "Come and get it." (ROMANCE/HUMOR! Promise its worth the read.) WARNING: A LOT OF SWEARING [CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN. READ CHAPTER 12 FOR MORE INFO]

Tyler Roth is in a fix. When her suspicious best friend, Raine, finds out her boyfriend is going to football camp for five weeks, she hires Tyler to keep tabs on him. Only one catch. She has to go as a guy.