“She looked up at the stars while I stared into her dreamy eyes that had the reflection of the twinkling stars. In that moment, I realized she wasn't my world and she wasn't the center of the universe either. But she was the literal universe. Her blood was the galaxy. Her heart was the stars, fuming with love and lust. She was my universe." // The remembering of the story of Laila Grey and Alexander Gaskarth. The boy that still had his trouble past lingering around him was the new student at Dulaney High, and it turned everything upside down. Including, when he met Laila the 'mute girl' at school. Instantly, he became intrigue and curious about her. What happened when everything Laila ever loved tries to tear the whole relationship apart? Or was the pressure of the mysterious boy too much for her? All Rights Reserved © Dropdeadkc - I do not own All Time Low or Alex Gaskarth, however, I own the plot. A Little AU* [first draft]

Noise in the basement...

Just a quick one-shot that I wrote at 4am, I think it's hella cute, but that's up to y'all to decide haha.

"I want to tell you something." She said. "Yes?" "I've heard that you're a huge child..." "I am." "Well you're not alone anymore. I'm just like you. And that's not the only way." I knew exactly what she meant too. It meant she cuts just like me. She talks down about herself just like me. She suffers from depression just like me. She suffers from severe panic attacks just like me. She wants to be loves and wanted just like me. And right then and there I knew that I needed her in my life. "What's your name?" I asked. "Trinity. Trinity Rose Meddles."

Eleanor is shy and quiet, she never does anything careless or free. She's always going from home, to school, back home again. Her parents work most of the time, and she hasn't tried at all to make friends during highschool. No one seems to notice her, she thought, until she realized there were people that were going unnoticed even by her, poeple who might understand her. Finally, she decides she wants to something, anything, and starts to take some risks. She doesn't want to spend her last year of school in a rut, and Jack and his friends are just the people to help her feel weightless.

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

Finley has had a lot of loss in her life; that's what landed her in foster care. She's given up on leaving, and wanting to leave, but then she meets Alex. And he wants to adopt her. And Finley hasn't a clue what she's going to do about it.

I wrote this a long time ago, when I was 14/15, a time when self harm was something that seemed to just be everywhere in my life. I apologise to anyone who read this before I put this notice here, but I'm pretty sure in every chapter there is some sort of mention of mental illness/self harm. I know I could just take the story down, but it was one of the first ever stories I wrote that I liked and completed, and although I admit now it's not great, it shows progress. And progress is everything. Baby steps. Sorry again. This is an official TRIGGER WARNING. Emma is depressed. She's just been dumped and is being bullied. Can Jack save her or will she break his heart? I own everything in this story apart from lyrics used and bands mentioned, the storyline is my own and I'd appreciate it if you didn't take it or any element of my writing.

"what, never seen a gal with pink hair?" aka that one where a shy girl with pink hair with a bad at home life and a boy with a "shitty" band who has an awful past meet at a laundromat in the 90's