Alternative title: Huh, It's Kinda Nice To Finally Have Friends
Exactly what it sounds like. Starring all the APH characters as awkward puddles of teenage self-loathing and cringe. Pairings would be subtle, and just what you expect from middle school. Still debating if I'm gonna do ships. Crack ones, probably.
Short America. Deformed/disabled China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan. Eventually every character will be added :P gimme time... I wanna like, have a plot for once maybe?*gasp* yeah this is cringe and I made it even more cringe by saying that whoops :)
But seriously if you want a description, here it is:
Alfred Jones is full of contradictions. He's socially awkward, but he's a social butterfly. He tries his hardest to be nice to everyone, but he has almost no friends. He's a nerd, but he's a jock. He's full of aspiration, but he never does anything. He's barely twelve-the youngest out of all his classmates-but he feels so much older than any of his classmates. With an admittedly adorable Russian exchange student and his practically off-the-grid foster family, a former football player that you officially met under the bleachers and his vulgar best friends, a frightening brunette with a talent for coercion, an overshadowed, overprotective twin, the principal's four adopted children (which consist of an anime-obsessed Japanese baseball player, a deformed, womanly Chinese boy who considers himself your mother, a Chinese boy whom nobody can understand thanks to an uncorrected cleft palate, and a one-armed, self-proclaimed-Taiwanese girl), a loud yet soft Italian and his snarky twin, a buff, authoritarian flutist, an uptight classical pianist, a dysfunctional family of Nordics, a sixth-grade secret-admirer, an Aussie daredevil, and an obnoxiously pretentious Englishman all constantly on your tail, not to mention your insane level of aspiration and your ever-crumbling Mount Everest of pride, how do you even survive?
I'm running, my dress bunched up in my fists. But I'm not running for my life I'm running for his, and when I see him I stop.
There is one bulky man on either side of him, they have their arms linking his, he's kneeling in front of someone with raven black hair.
As we get closer, I see his pain in the way he's holding himself, his brown hair is clouding his face. Something catches in my throat as I see him bent forward, almost looking limp.
The panic is slowly eating me up on the inside.
'Please lift your head, let me see your eyes' I pray inside my head. He can't be gone.
It's almost like he hears my prayers as he looks up, his blue eyes as deep as the ocean depths, knocks the breath out of me as per usual.
I close my eyes and thank God for keeping him alive.
The right side of his jaw is all purple and red. A cut on the other side of his face, which is oozing with the red liquid.
He suddenly looks past the black haired male to look at us, reassurance washing over his features. It's when he sees me that his eyes widen, and the panic grows by the second. He goes from a slump to picking himself upright.
He's hurt. Badly.
The black haired man spins around as we walk closer in their direction.
All 6 of us stop as I catch a glimpse of the face.
A deadly grin appears on his wicked face.
"Boys, I've been waiting for you" He shouts loud and clear.
"And you brought the girl"
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Crescent Bay Dawson was once popular but now she lives in the shadow of her twin brother. The only person who notices her is the cocky, egotistic, Star Quarterback of the school; Elliott Grayson.
Can Elliott charm her into falling for him or will she finally win the heart of her childhood crush?
#2 in humor - 2nd February 2018
#5 in teen fiction - 6th November 2017
Honestly if you wanna laugh this book will make you laugh cause that's what I'm all about!