At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

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Kyle and Stan have been Super Best Friends for what seems forever. Their friendship has been through rough patches, as expected with anything in life, but they've always pulled through. One day is all it took for that to change. Kyle has been hiding a secret for years, then when he confesses it brings many complications to their friendship.

What happens when Stan and Wendy break up, leaving Stan utterly heartless. What happens when his Super Best Friend Loves him? What happens on one fateful night at Starks pond with Stan and Kyle. One broken heart and one distant lover. Stan can't you realize Kyle had been here the whole time?

Kyle likes Stan. He has been for the last 3 years of his life. But since Stan dates girls and has Wendy for a girlfriend, he knows he will never have a chance. That is, until Stan and Wendy brake up.

Kyle's tired. Very tired. He hates how Stan clings to him while he was drunk and cries all night about why Wendy keeps on breaking up with him and why it feels like something is always a missing in his life. He hates it. Because.... he's scared. He's seeing something coming out from this. Yet, he doesn't acknowledge it. He will never acknowledge it. He's already hurt enough. ....... Why? Every night, you cling to me and cry about her yet the next day your just back on her grasp all over again. You allow her to use you. You allow her to hurt you. And... In the process of hurting you, she's hurting me too. They might ask... 'Why don't you just help him? Make him get away from that Wendy? You love him right?' And I can just smile sadly while saying my number one excuse. "I'm his best friend"

Merlin's been Arthurs manservant for four months. How long will it be until they have the courage to tell each other how they feel? Are they going to ignore the people who dislike their relationship. The prince of Camelot in love with a servant. Or to be more specific 'his manservant'. This is a Merthur love story. You've been warned. I do not own this characters. I only made up the whole romance part and the adventures they're going on. This series belongs to BBC's Merlin. The characters are played as they are in the series. Is now Completed. I hope to rewrite the story since it is filled with spelling mistakes and overall awkwardness. Please be patient with me and thank you for reading!

Ending to BBC series Merlin alteration. *contains ending spoilers* What would happen to Arthur and Merlin if Arthur didn't die that day? What if someone took his place? This is the tale of two very uncertain lovers still unsure about each other, especially considering that Arthur now knows about magic. Enjoy the read!

Arthur is madly in love with his manservant, Merlin. Of course, he sucks at love in general, and have to ask his friends 6900 words

"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself. "Huh?" He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying." "No I'm not." "Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing." Isaac's nerves began to rise a bit, but maybe it was because of the alcohol that he wasn't terrified, "Yes. Exactly that." He agreed. "Even if our lips-" Zaviers lips brushed his, increasing his heart rate rapidly. It didn't last long, but it was enough to send Isaac's mind into a frenzy. "-brushed like this, you wouldn't feel anything." Isaac couldn't trust his voice, so just nodded, being full aware of the fact his cheeks were most definitely glowing red. "You lie a lot Isaac." Zavier whispered against his lips and leaned closer, making it look like he was about to close the gap. Isaac's eyes closed, expecting a pair of lips to meet his, but he was instead met with a bit of breeze from Zavier leaning backwards. A story where two boys find they have more in common than they'd like to think.