Nicole, a 12 year old cancer survivor, gets to meet her favorite band, twenty øne piløts, and things finally start looking up for her. When a tragic accident leaves her an orphan, will Tyler and Josh come around to help her, or will they leave her to find her own way? A few quick things: Neither of the guys have wives/girlfriends, sorry.. Also, this story will deal with dark topics, such as depression, self-harm, and eating disorders, which may be triggering to some. An author's note from 2019: This story was written and uploaded years ago, when I was 12 years old. I have entirely moved on from it and its subject, though I have chosen to leave it up in case anyone particularly enjoys it. Just bear in mind that my writing style has drastically improved since this publication. Please don't expect any responses from me; this account is almost entirely inactive anymore.

(Idea I got at three in the morning. Gonna see where it takes me) Thrift Shopping: It's all fun and games until someone gets painted.

Luna Dawn Mayers. A fangirl for Twenty One Pilots. When a tweet is sent on Twitter, could this change Luna's life? •Triggers• Alcohol. That's it.

Small "stories" I wrote when I was bored

Bri is a shy but kind heart girl who loves to help others, even though she never had much help herself. She recently started volunteering at the hospital her mother works at to help with troubled patients. She meets a kind boy who she thinks is too "normal" to be there. She then finds out more than she thought about this boy, and he does the same with her. Will she save his demons? Better yet, will he save hers?

"who even are you?" "just another teenage run away"

She was his purest rose. One so full of life and beauty. Which then had suddenly, Gone through the absolutes of agony. She began to dry up, wilt away in an instant. He gave her his all, never becoming distant, and although his hands were her fertilizer And his heart was burning on fire for her, He simply could not provide what she was longing And he'd wonder, hopelessly, if his rose would ever be the same, blossomed symbol of love, again. All Rights Reserved © 2016 bxbygirlem