In which a dancing, rapping white boy meets Brooklyn-born Vinny Vitale and realizes, hey. I may be gay. A short story.

Taite Jefferson certainly did not expect the world's biggest superstar to be sitting on his living room couch when he woke up the day after his high school graduation. He didn't expect to like him, either. Taite Jefferson was very, very wrong.

Matt has a poster of a girl in a bikini above his bed. Cash Ryder has the scores for every one of Mozart's pieces glued to his walls. Matt plays soccer. Cash Ryder hates organized sports. Matt has two best friends. Cash Ryder hangs around with the kids who ride motorcycles on the weekends. Matt's family is conservative. Cash Ryder's arms are covered in tattoos. Matt meets Cash Ryder. Matt never thinks his life is ordinary again.

"All CJ knew was that Quinn was different, and in Bayside, different didn't come around too often." A police sergeant at age 25, CJ Thomas was always destined for greatness. Every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be with him. But that really wasn't CJ's thing. Nothing was really CJ's thing. Until the kid wearing beat-up Nikes and a Pink Floyd T-shirt stepped into his station--in handcuffs, nonetheless. From that day on, CJ had a thing. And it was going to be so much more trouble then it was worth.

This is the story of Axel and Tuck: a tale of debauchery, douchebaggery, felony, and plain stupidity. It is a tale written by two best friends with nothing better to do with their law degree than write the story of their anything-but-monotonous life. DISCLAIMER: This story is a satire. Enjoy at your own risk :)