[SEQUEL TO I "HIRED A HITMAN ON MYSELF"] "you don't know who we are, what we've done, and what this place'll do to you." book started: 03/25/17 book finished: 4/25/17 ©smilingtyler

prequel to both "i hired a hitman on myself" and "welcome to the game". but i heavily suggest reading ihahom first, you can read wttg after this if you choose to. book started: 04/07/17 book finished: 04/13/17 ©smilingtyler

this is why you should never trust the roommate you got off of craigslist. 3/09/17 {#816 in fanfiction} 3/18/17 {#206 in fanfiction} 3/25/17 {#185 in fanfiction} 3/29/17 {#163 in fanfiction} 4/14/17 {#92 in fanfiction} hit 50k: 04/04/17 hit 100k: 6/15/17 hit 200k: 04/05/19 book started: 10/29/16 book finished: 03/25/17 ©smilingtyler

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

This is, just as the title suggests, a Hamilton College AU. I know it is a super typical story but this is my first Lams book. I will try to be as original as possible but I also am influenced by other Hammy AUs. I'm open to constructive criticism so feel free to PM me. Enjoy! (Btw it's now completed)

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.