The Chronicles of James Pete Smith and Alysia Urie-Ross

If home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked. I can't remember, I can't remember. And I want it so bad I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins. I can't remember the good old days.
Jimmy Smith is a kid with a lot of problems. His adopted parents treat him like shit, and he can't remember his real parents. The kids at school treat him like shit--when they're not trying to compare his dick to Pete Wentz's. He's blind without his glasses, but only half the time. Every boy he wants to date is way out of his league. The only thing he seems able to do is be something in the middle of the Beliebers (those supporting the Dark Lord Biebermort) and the emo kids.
5'3" and awkwarder than Mikey Way's knees, he just tries to get through life as best he can.

You remind me of a few of my famous friends.
Enter Ally Urie-Ross.
Ally Urie-Ross is the new kid at Valleysky Highschool. She's the adopted daughter of Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross, and her classmates aren't likely to forget that. Very few boys don't want in her pants--and very few girls don't want in her dads' pants. The only person she can confide in Jimmy Smith--and, come on, that's not even his real name. She can't tell him half the things she knows about him.
Her visions of the future make everything that much worse for her.