he was there when she fell from the clouds *wink wink*

Going around texting people bored at night at 3:00 am, seems like fun, right? Well, until you stumble upon the person you're pretending to be, you're screwed. (JOEY ARMSTRONG FAN FICTION) (SLOW UPDATES)

The year is 1971, and America is in crisis. With the Vietnam war still raging, protests in the streets and the deep unrest continues. Violet Jones is trying to battle the government, along with her own inner turmoil. With her luck, she won't defeat either. Ben Barlow is simply lost. He's not entirely sure how he wound up in America, and he definitely doesn't know what to do now. He and Violet have that last bit in common.

❝Essa Taylor, my friend, this is war.❞ Let's be honest here; Ben Barlow isn't always the most photogenic member of Neck Deep (although he is still a beautiful specimen). Fortunately for Ben, their photographer (Essa) isn't always extremely photogenic either.