New schools are supposed to be filled with great new experiences, new friends, new rules to (never) break. And for Dallon, that proves to be correct. Pulling pranks, skipping class, nothing he'd ever done before, all said new experiences under his belt. And to make it even better, they'd all been accomplished with the aid of the incredibly stunning (and enticing, and gorgeous, and heartbroken for the 56th time) Brendon Urie from down the hall, and his other partners in crime, Pete, Patrick, and Ryan. Everything goes according to the nonexistent plan. Well, at least it does for the first 218 days. .:..::...:::...::..:. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" .:..::...:::...::..:. Based on Looking For Alaska because I love that book

Trees do make a sound when they fall alone in the forest, and as a nobody, Brendon would know the way they sound when a 3,500 pound vehicle ran over its roots and slammed into the trunk. He knew that trees did not weep as they watched the blood trickle down a nobody's forehead and drip from his eyelashes. The forest didn't care whether he was dead or alive and like the trees, neither did he. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Descriptive scenes of dead bodies, death, homicide.

"Uh Ryan... there's something I need to tell you." tw// suicide update: i changed the title slightly bc i realized that there happens to be a fic with a super similar time lmao