Natalie Wilson. Star Hockey Center and Captain for the WestHampton Warriors. She's had a crush on Scarlett Santoro since the 8th grade when she let her borrow her pencil for .5 seconds. Too bad the girl of her dreams is straight cheerleading goddess. Scarlett Santoro. Blonde cheerleading goddess. Captain of the cheer squad and daughter of Gordon Santoro, owner of the Minnesota Wild. She's a closed book. No one is close enough to know what her deal is. But she's opening it for Natalie. They are thrown together by a locker door (literally) and their friendship blossoms into something a little more. !!Told from Natalie's point of view!! THERE IS A BOOK 2! OFFICIALLY OUT 4/20/24

A while ago on an Instagram live with Madison and Charlie, it was brought up very briefly that Luke and Alex -- when the guys were still alive, that is -- were together. To this, Charlie responded by saying "yea, of course." Furthermore, in a Wikipedia-esque webpage made for Sunset Curve, in the bio section for Luke it states something along the lines of "previously had a relationship with bandmate Alex." This topic was also brought up while Owen was on an Instagram live, where he said that it was something that definitely happened and that they had "something special." A lot of people are pretty sure they were both joking (and i am, too) but the idea of it is cute and leaves a potential back story to be desired. So, from an idea spouted on my TikTok (@lowqualitykate), this fic was born. This is my fan-made storyline of the events that preceded a relationship, and how a relationship could have gone down between Luke and Alex months before that one fateful night at the Orpheum.

Pasando el bosque de árboles cenizos y el manantial de aguas desoladas. Subiendo una remota colina ahí casi en lo más alto. Hay una escuela, una escuela... Pero no es una escuela solamente, es un castillo. El Castillo Howell, un lugar solitario dónde se dice vagan las almas de los aquellos viajeros que no encontraron rumbo. De aquellos cuyos lamentos jamás se escucharon en vida, aquellos que intentaron cruzar el lago y se sumergieron en sus aguas, sufriendo una muerte lenta y solitaria. Es el lugar dónde un joven encontró a su amor, que más tarde murió. Dónde los viajeros nadaron en la niebla que con su frío aliento los cegó. Es también el lugar dónde junto a un árbol, un hombre cayó de su caballo, el árbol dónde se guardaron las memorias de las almas desoladas que habían quedado atrapadas por un mar de lágrimas. Dónde las plantas reclaman su sitio y lo toman sin hacer ruido. Es dónde un joven se espinó en un árbol maldito y no volvió a ser el mismo. Y es él lugar dónde su amigo creyó que podía salvarlo...