//This is not The Fault in our Stars by John Green, it is a fanfiction. All copyright belongs to John Green and the Penguin Young Readers Group. This book contains spoilers// (Although I was the FIRST to write a fanfiction with this idea, I do not own the idea) Hazel Grace Lancaster has been mourning after the death of her boyfriend, Augustus Waters. What happens once Hazel finds out she is pregnant with her boyfriend, who is no longer living?

Dan goes to a water park with his so called fiance and meets the guy of his dreams.

Frank Iero is a sophomore with no plans for the future whatsoever. He sees no point in trying because he'll most likely end up dead with no mark left on the world. What will happen when the quiet and reserved Gerard Way, who is riddled with his own problems, works his way into Frank's life? DISCLAIMER: I REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT I DO NOT OWN FRANK IERO, GERARD WAY, OR ANY CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. I ALSO DO NOT OWN MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, SADLY. HOWEVER, I DO OWN THE STORY PLOT SO PLEASE DO NOT STEAL IT OR I WILL PEE ON EVERYTHING YOU LOVE. Thank you

Part 1 of the infamous series. Feelings appear. Sparks fly. Love rises. Problems occur. Please note: This story is now very old (7 years old in 2020) and I'd like to think my writing has improved since then! There are a bunch of cringey parts and bad writing in here, but enjoy and thanks for reading! :)

The unknown truth about Phan .. No seriously I suck at making descriptions so I'll make one when it has more chapters or something.

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx