[ A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ] → #2 in Teen Fiction ••• ❝You're frowning,❞ he murmured, tapping his forefinger on one corner of her mouth. ❝I hate it when you frown. It makes me want to tear to pieces whatever has upset you.❞ ❝Then tear down that armour, Asa,❞ she told him, leaning her face into his palm because it was starting to feel like home and it terrified her, but also brought her peace. ❝Tear away that outer skin and wear the one you were born with like its gold, because it is.❞ She brought up her free hand to cover his one that was holding her face. ❝Because right now, that is what's upsetting me.❞ ••• In which Asa San Román, popular swimming champion of Reichenbach High, is afraid his looks are all that he'll be liked for... but then meets Carmen West, the girl with midnight hair and thundercloud eyes, who reminds him that beauty is soul-deep instead. ••• **Please note that only half the book is currently available on Wattpad. Chapter 39 onwards is unpublished due to copyright reasons now that TYE is an officially published paperback & ebook**

I'd like to tell you that everything went as planned. But it didn't. I'd like to tell you that we never lost our way, even when the roads got too dark to see. But we did. I'd like to tell you that there's an explanation, a reason that all this happened the way that it did. But there is none... These are our misadventures.

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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.

The Marauders are starting their fifth year at Hogwarts; Remus is starting with a massive scar across his face - a byproduct of the increasing severity of his furry little problem, which is a definite cause for concern despite his insistence that it it's fine. Sirius is starting with the memories of a certain morning at 12 Grimmauld Place in August: memories that he might not ever forget, yet is desperate to cloak underneath the facade that every is fine at home and that he and his parents just sometimes encounter minor disagreements. James is starting his fifth year, yes, but more importantly, he is starting phase five of his plan to woo Lily Evans: somehow his friends seem doubtful that he might succeed, but James, being James, is in no lack of confidence. And Peter, well, Peter is starting to wonder just why he puts up with these people, and if he should really be feeling sorry for Lily Evans, and maybe if he should have asked to have been sorted into Hufflepuff.

You can't make a Church Boy out of an Atheist, but you can make a Bad Girl out of a Christian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Brendon Urie Fanfic

"Killjoys make some noise."

Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.