#a jolt

Nomad609: what are you thinking of, right this minute? PrincetonBoy818: how many tables i’m gonna have to clean when i get to work Nomad609: so you work at a restaurant huh? i’m so much closer to discovering your real identity!!!!! PrincetonBoy818: ha you wish Nomad609: i actually do. when can we meet for real? i’m dying to know who u are PrincetonBoy818: soon! In which Mitch dreams of Princeton, works at his literal evil stepmother's diner, and has a secret online admirer who can't stop asking him to meet IRL. (Or, the Cinderella Story AU.)

The thing is, Dylan and Mitch and Connor used to be in a band, in high school. They were a fucking trio, like Blink-182: Mitch on drums, Dylan on bass, and Connor on guitar. They called themselves Ten Minute Misconduct, and they fucking ruled. They sold an unprecedented 40,000 copies of their first album, which was out before they’d even graduated high school, and they went on legit tours and had legit fans. Brothers for life. They were gonna conquer the world together. And then, two years ago, Connor abandoned them. (Or, sometimes you just have to bury the hatchet. The Pop Punk AU.)