❝can you stop blasting chase atlantic so damn loudly at 3am?❞ ❝depends, can you stop crying so damn loudly at 3am?❞ 〤 caleb just made the decision to get his own apartment so he could get some time away from his family and live closer to his university as well. however, there seems to be just one problem. every morning at 3am, the boy next door begins to blast his chase atlantic playlist loud enough for the entire colony to hear and it's begun to get on caleb's nerves. 〤 lowercase intended. (completed) . milestones: #1 in MXM - 5/30/2020 #1 in BOYXBOY - 6/1/2020 #1 in BXB - 6/1/2020 #3 in LGBTFICTION - 6/11/2020 #2 in GAY - 6/13/2020 #1 in GAY - 6/15/2020 1M reads - 8/13/2020 #3 in LGBT - 8/17/2020

DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"

You've got one boy. One girl. One pretty little lie. A perfect relationship. The perfect boyfriend. The perfect girlfriend. The perfect dates. The perfect gifts. And the perfect surprises. That gives you our golden couple of Sunset Westwood High. But what happens when it's all a lie? One boy. One girl who needs desperate help. One pretty little lie. That sounds more like it. When Olivia's ex is bothering her and rubbing it in her face at a party that he moved on after dumping her, she sees her nemesis, Ethan walking by and she uses him as her ploy, but the move isn't so smart when you think about it. I mean, how easy can it be acting lovey-dovey with your enemy? . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED