"His soft black hair spilled out around his face, framing his face perfectly. His jaw flexed and I could see his jawline was sharp as he sucked in more smoke- his cheeks going hollow as he did. When he breathed the smoke out I felt my mouth go dry once again, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the air as it came out his mouth."

[bxb, completed ✔] "Listen, just because ... that ... happened last night doesn't mean we're friends now, a'right? And I don't expect you to go blabbing, yeah?" The blond tried to step back, but the realization that he was against the sink didn't make his intention follow through. He had no choice but to endure the limited space between them. Glancing up, he timidly met eyes with the person that towered over him, effortlessly. "I-I won't..." *** Falling for someone like Xander Love wasn't difficult. With celestial physical features, a friendly demeanor, equally attractive friends, wealth, and to top it off, the perfect family, Xander would no doubt make the perfect boyfriend, best friend, and companion all in one. He was on top of his game. He was perfect-- Perfect. --at least, that's what it seemed like to everyone from afar. After a mortifying leak, Sage found himself on the end of an unfortunate, first-hand experience that Xander was neither as perfect nor nice as he made himself out to be. ━━━━❰･❉･❱━━━━ ©ReeseTory2018

(ONLY AVAILABLE ON BMAC) (LINK IS ON PROFILE) *** "YOU KISSED ME," "YOU PUNCHED ME!" "BECAUSE YOU KISSED ME!" "YOU'D JUST PUNCH ME THEN?" "WELL YOU TOOK ME BY SURPRISE; YOU SHOULD'VE AT LEAST ASKED ME FIRST" "OKAY. SO CAN I KISS YOU?"

~sequel to 'the boy on the bridge'~ **************************************** Thirty days. That was how long his golden boy had given him to prove himself once again- to show that he could be trusted, to show that he was there to stay by his side, to show how much he meant the words when he said: I love you. Thirty days.

"Are you going to jump off the bridge now or not?" "Are you going to stop me if I said yes?" "Of course not," "Then, what would you do?" "Probably count you off," "Wow," "Do you want me to count?" "No," "Why not?" "Because I'm not going to jump off the flippin' bridge!" *** Joshua Goldmann was seemingly the perfect boy of the perfect small town, Willowcreeks. Even so, he found himself on the edge of an abandoned bridge on one fateful night. It was supposed to be the end, not the beginning