Remy and Devon. Two guys who've never talked to each other before. They go to the same school but they are from two different worlds and could not have a thing in common. Could they? Well, Remy has had a crush on the Quarterback ever since he first saw him, how else would it go? The underdog always has a crush on the popular jock. And it never works out. Remy knows that and he'd be way too shy to even talk to Devon. Which is why he secretly sneaks his number into Devon's backpack and they start to text. Oh- how they start to text. Remy could've never imagined to get so close to Devon on an emotional level. But does Devon even know who he's sharing his deepest thoughts with? ______ THANKS AND ENJOY. LOVE YOUUUUU -2.16.17

"Natalie," he repeated, her name like velvet on his tongue. He seemed to like the sound of it because he repeated it again, his voice turning low. "Natalie." Leon Hughes was a mystery masked by bruised cheeks and bleeding knuckles. He was a wraith, a shadow on the walls - sometimes there, sometimes gone. Never set in stone. He showed up when he showed up, with his face bleeding, his shirt torn, his skin blistered. Natalie never knew when he'd come, but she always let him in. Originally a short story. Rankings: #2 in teenromance, #2 in goodgirl, #15 in badboy

"I want to hear your laugh just as much as I want to hear you moan"

Watson Young has always been a bright kid, no one could deny that, but even the most intelligent people can make the dumbest mistakes. Keep the dumbest secrets hidden. Watson was rather good at that, considering that no one knows about the stuff he deals with at home. Elijah Andrews, one of the wealthiest kids in the school, but doesn't necessarily describe Elijah, no, that describes his financial state. Elijah's not stupid, he knows his friends are pretty fake, seen the drooling stare with money in their eyes, blinding them from seeing Elijah as something more than walking money. Elijah had a busy schedule, which was probably why he never noticed Watson, the small cello player in the school's orchestra. He never saw the guy who sat in the back of his classes, never speaking a word to everyone. But neither did anyone else, if they had, maybe they would have noticed the bruises covering Watson's arms from a mixture of bullies and his drunken father. What happens when the school's wealthiest attendee notices the quiet cello playing boy with too many unexplainable bruises?

A story taking place during the cold holidays that will take you on a heartfelt journey of all the teenage hormones.

Noah lost his hearing when he was 5 years old in a car accident. His parents move from place to place, with a new start-up business. This time Noah and his family end up in Boston. Here, he meets Devin, the only person that has ever tried to become friends with him. Will this encounter be good for a fresh new start or will Noah's new friend cause some bumps along the road?

"C'mon! I... It was... Ugh! I was under the influence! Just... Do me this solid dude" ~~~~~~~~~ Noah messed up. Like, royally messed up. As his oldest friend, and ultimate crush, Amelia announces her engagement to her boyfriend Russell, he loses it. He'd been in love with her forever. In a night of what's suppose to be celebration, Noah drinks his pain away. He drinks. And drinks. And drinks. And then he does the worst thing he possibly can. He send a voicemail to Amelia and Russell confessing his undying love for her, and basically begging her not to get married. How do you fix this horrible mistake?? Pretend to be gay of course. And with pretending to be gay, comes the fake boyfriend. Perfect plan! Right?

Trey Jones hates violence. And when he is sent to Highwest institute, he knows he's not coming back out. He will have to deal with many, new, unexpected things like his growing feelings for his cold hearted roommate. Will he manage to live in such a dangerous place? Or will he get caught up by his past and run away?

Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

"I fucking hate you." "You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris." Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo. Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on things. Despite being caged in the same group of friends in the same swimming team of the - yes, you guessed it - same high school, the star swimmers of Norton High hadn't exactly made good first impressions to each other on the ill-fated day they met, and let's just say things spiraled horribly from there. The two rage-fueled boys always thought that they're in this feud for the long haul until one argument escalated into something that at no point in any of their lives would they allow to happen if only they did not get a little too out of control. Sex. There's a thin line between love and hate, and Bryce and Ian's barrier just keeps getting thinner and thinner. A.K.A. Bryce and Ian were fuckbuddies... up until they weren't. Status: Editing #1 in wattpride (10/03/20) #1 in bl (10/09/20) #1 in lgbtq (08/02/21) #1 in writtenwithpride (12/26/21)