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How do you document real life, when real life's getting more like fiction each day? Meet Y/N Ericsson. Filmmaker, documentarist, and living in a small New York City apartment with her best friends, Roger Davis and Mark Cohen. One fateful Christmas eve causes nine people to merge paths with each other, changing their lives forever. Nine friends...one year. And a lot of heartbreak along the way. I DO NOT OWN RENT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! THE ONLY CHARACTER I OWN IS Y/N ERICSSON!!! Based off the original motion picture (movie)

Long title. Haha. Just a little Mojo chpt. story. I know it's an old ship but I didn't think I would publish this, but whatever. None of the characters except for Violet and Emma belong to me. Well, Emma is from Once Upon A Time, I just didn't know who else to use, so yeah.

"How the hell...Christmas. Christmas Eve last year..."

Sid and Sadie are running around London. The last piece they need to complete their puzzle is Rory. But they are not the only people who want her. Once again facing London's most dangerous undead, Rory must decide what is real and what is not. She's being visited in her dreams, sleepwalking, and having a lot of deja vu. Once she decides who she can trust, maybe she can finally end this.

"Find the one song before the virus takes hold" Roger Davis is the pretty boy front-man of his band. A playboy, some people may say. But at one strum of a guitar and one look at the crowd, he found April Ericsson. In Alphabet City, people try to fight the virus that takes over their lives. While the couple, lives on the brink of death, they both face the consequence of the actions they shared, AIDS. April survives her attempt to taker her life, but what difference does it make to both of their lives as they both face the swirling cold city while fighting the virus that takes hold of their lives?

Roger had never had the best life. His step-father treated him like shit while his mother ignored it, he had never done well in school, and drugs gave him the only comfort he had. That was all before April. Roger separated his life into two categories: Before April and after April. He struggled to figure out which was worse. If only things were different, if only there was never an "After April"...maybe things would be different.

i'm the first truly devious author i'm actually so cool i actually wrote this like a week ago but i forgot to post it here l o l