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Hospital Beds and Memories (All Time Low Fanfiction | Jack Barakat) by aweirdkindofyellow
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So let me introduce myself. No, there is nothing seriously wrong with me, I just happened to be in a car crash at 21 years old. This then resulted in me being in a coma for a year and loosing 5 years of my memory. Great right? The doctors said I will be able to remember specific events one day, but who knows? I rarely get these moments. I guess this is my adventure that isn't very adventurous and probably rather boring. You be the judge. Notes: Ireland's condition is made up, it is not meant to resemble any specific medical condition. Some fact's however are based off of several different conditions.
The Pen Pal Project // Alex Gaskarth by BasketballGirl124
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Kendall Carney always had her head in a book. Alex Gaskarth was your typical punk high school senior. What do two polar opposites have in common? An English teacher who gives a pen pal project. The catch? You don't know the other person's name. All you know is their address. Dear Book-Girl, Everyday at school, from the second I step out of my car, I'm searching for you. I look for anybody who fits your description of yourself. But I keep coming up empty handed. Maybe I'm looking too hard and you're right in front of me, but maybe I'm not looking hard enough. Maybe you're sitting in that one corner I forget to check everyday during lunch reading a book. Maybe you're not even real. Maybe this is all a dream and all of these emotions I feel while writing you aren't real. Maybe. Love Your Pen Pal, Guitar-Guy
Dear Sister, Here's Some Advice (Sequel to Hospital Beds and Memories) by aweirdkindofyellow
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Sequel to Hospital Beds and Memories I don't know... I always expected that I was the one to die first. If I just hadn't survived that car crash, if I just hadn't survived that brutal cancer... I wouldn't have been in this situation right now. My whole life, it was always the two of us no matter what. I guess things change. Honestly, I don't want to go further without him. There isn't a point to life without my partner in crime. It wasn't his time. Dear Sister, Here's some advice: No matter where I am right now, no matter how you feel, I will always be there. Don't be afraid.