Mitch Grassi is a presenter for PTX FM. Scott Hoying is an international singing success. When Mitch gets the opportunity to interview Scott and his new model girlfriend Kirstie, he starts to realise there's something unusual about this relationship...

this was written in like 2016-2017 so ignore the outdated references 😟😟 Collection of lgbtq+ tumblr posts

2018 update: thank you so much for 60k reads! this is my most read fic and it means so m much to me, expecially because of how much of a shit writer i was in 2016 ahaha. the fic is a joshler fic where josh texts tyler as a wrong number but a friendship bloomed, the chapters are short and this is a well used prompt but really got me into writing. please read my other materials or look at my AO3 @/unknownsloth for more fics or my tumbkr @/thelosersfrom1988 ** i do not own the band or their music, i just wrote a fic about them **

NOW PUBLISHED IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON! Since the death of her father, Emily Wentworth has been living a home life full of abuse. She's managed to remain under the radar until she meets Jake Melvin, the local troublemaker. He's drawn to danger and he senses it surrounding Emily... It doesn't take long for Jake Melvin to discover Emily's secret. Emily is suddenly thrown from one world of danger and uncertainty into another. The two teens embark on a wild journey of love, unbelievable betrayal and heartache. Will their connection remain despite all that stands in their way? This book is the first novel that belongs to a three part series. [Highest Ranking - #1 In Teen Fiction]

Sometimes I think about who I should believe The people who are dead or the people who are free Sometimes I hear them as they whisper to me I try to stay awake so I won't die in my sleep And I was quick to take a second look through The window on the door of the operating room And the adrenaline, it threw my eyes To the table on the floor where the patients lie I saw his face and I could not speak As the anesthetic kissed his cheek I felt my lips go cold and my limbs go weak Because the body on the table where the patients die was me It was me There was a lie between my demons and me And a body made of paper in the passenger seat As I open my eyes, I could not see I felt the stitches come loose and the blood run free He looks at me with hollow eyes And he whispered my name as the flowers died And I feel so tired and wounded Like the stitches on my soul came apart I'm standing here in the dark ( how I visioned the song when I first heard it )