Small town girl and her best friend go to they're first marianas trench concert. Josh Ramsay spot Kaylee and fell in love with her. But what he didn't know was she was only 15. Would age just be a number for him?

A constraint dichotomy of real-life as "playing dead" versus the absolute manic chaos of mentally ill teenagers spiraling together as madness overtakes them both. Excerpt: "What're you looking at, Coke Zero?" Eleonora accused from across the street, watching as her words roused the black-haired teen out of his mindless daze. She didn't really care about the answer, and she didn't mind the absent staring. And he hadn't been staring at her, really. She was a curious object his eyes had landed on, but his mind was on another planet, never on her. He was brought back to earth by her playful statement, and Eleonora watched as his distant expression turned miserable and he muttered, "Bitch," before loudly pouring the plethora of empty soda cans into the recycling bin and slamming the top shut. A/N: This is, I guess, a Marianas Trench Fanfiction. It's my own story and I'd like to edit it to eventually rewrite it t get published as an original work, but for now, I guess this is a High School AU of sorts for Josh Ramsay and the members of Marianas Trench. Because this is being written with the idea of a novel and not just a fanfiction, It'll probably be close to 15 really long chapters. TW: Mentions of Blood and Vomit, Self-Harm, Drug Use and Addiction, and Strong Dissociative Imagery

Notification: One new message from Username Unknown. Rosh Jamsay: Hey! Finally online I see. Username Unknown: Yeah, sorry about that. It's been so crazy lately... Rosh Jamsay: Really? How? Username Unknown: Just...a lot of thing going wrong... Josh Ramsay never expected to connect with someone he's never met, and through a random ass dating app Matt dared him to sign up for. Naturally when a bunch of fans found out, they immediately messaged him. He responded to a few, most of them only caring about his fame and asking him to marry them. But with the simple message of "Hey, you're beautiful, have a good day." Every morning for a month before he responded, somehow he began to look forward to the morning and evening ritual of talking to "Username Unknown." Rosh Jamsay: ...typing...