Sara is just a girl I'm a small town in Virginia. When 5SOS is on tour, they broke down on there way to Virginia Beach. They find Sara's house with her family.

" - Fáj a torkom. Hoznál egy szívószálat? - Minek az? - A köptetőmhöz." ~rövid novella~

"i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens." (cover by elle)

Arabella, you know, the one with the 70's head, has divorced parents. With her mother out of the picture and her dad remarrying, 20-something step brother has conquered her garage and assigned it to be his studio. In this studio her step brother records (what she thought as) no-name, but talented, bands and makes album art on the side. Arabella remembered Aaron, her step brother, telling her that "Al is coming over to record", but she didn't know THIS Alex. That's not even half the story though. Arabella finds a drunk and poem-reciting Alex stumbling onto their porch. He has no where to be, a brand new ex girlfriend, and a brand new ex-band. The articles begin pouring in each magazine: "Brit's best band; broke" Now it is up to Arabella to get the band back together, with the very tempting distraction of a love-eager Alex, and try not to get into his ex's way.

Leah never thinks much about the trip to California with her best friend, until a hotel room mixup with the arctic monkeys and hollywood drama chasing her tail for it. Alex never thinks much about this next gig in California, after his recent breakup with Arielle. But after a rather awkward meeting between him and a fan, things are going to be changed with him and his band forever. [I'VE RECENTLY RELEASED A BETTER VERSION OF THIS STORY CHECK THE OTHER OUT INSTEAD]

(Warning: this story WILL contain graphic language, violence, drug use, and sexual situations, please don't read if you aren't prepared for that. also, I am in no way glorifying mental illnesses or traumatic life events, but I wanted a story with no morals.) Chance loves her job at the corner book store. Frank loves books. Is it as simple as that? No, it rarely ever is. You'd be amazed what you find out about a person when their paths cross daily. You'd be amazed, What the fingers that turn the pages of a book have done, What the eyes that scan the ink printed on the paper have seen. You'd be shocked.