After admittedly the world's crappiest suicide attempt, eighteen year old Charlie Hogan cannot be trusted to be home alone and is shipped across the country to stay with an absentee, dead beat dad in Florida. And thus begins a summer of transformation; of beaches and swampland, retirement homes and the Electro Complex; an anarchic, anachronistic, apocalyptic world filled up with violence and hedonism, home to the best friends Charlie will ever find. And then there's this mixed up boy- the kind who shoots lightning bolts up your spine, right into your skull- who's about to screw with Charlie's whole world. Forget everything you know about boy meets girl, Electro is a hot wet soup of gender identity, Dr Freud, Dr seuss, interminable sexual obsession and prosthetic penises...[hs au]

❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

{For a Song:} 1. very cheaply. After her short life ended, there wasn't much for seventeen year old Hilly’s sister,Izzy, to leave behind. Two years on, Hilly's family is drifting and it's getting harder and harder to stay connected to her memory. Until Izzy’s song comes on the radio. Sung by Hilly's favorite band, The Scale. Despite not being finished, despite Izzy taking it to her grave. You could call it fate, you could call it a sign of the infinite connecting threads of the universe but Hilly does not. Hilly calls it plagiarism. Even if the band claims to know nothing about Izzy. With reluctant help from the lawyer who broke up her parent's marriage and a new nemesis in the form of infuriatingly attractive front man Dylan Dorian, Hilly sets out to reclaim her sister's legacy. Not expecting to discover how little she actually knew about her sister and the story behind her songs. And she sure as hell doesn't expect to find a love song of her own.

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"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."