Noah Riley didn't mean to drown, or did he? But waking up in another boy's hoodie entices him not only to live a little longer but also to solve the mystery. *** Nineteen-year-old Noah Riley wakes up disoriented, soaked to the bone, and alone on the shores of Rockaway Beach, Brooklyn, NY. After a night of wallowing in self-loathing, a Jägermeister, and drunken, dumb choices, he has no clue who pulled him out of the water except for a Polaroid and this unfamiliar black hoodie he is now wearing. Searching for answers as his life unravels and past secrets ravage his sanity, he finds a love that challenges his self-identity and drives him to find meaning in his life. Now, at the turn of the tide, he'd better learn how to make friends with his worst fear: living. Think of second chances, new beginnings, and gay romance. Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content and themes of mental health, suicide, and drug abuse. ✨|Featured| @StoriesUndiscovered, @Romance, @WattpadMulticultural-LGBTQ+, @LY, @WattpadSpiritual, @AbleWorld, @adventure, @talkthepoc, and @NA Editors' Pick feature 2020 - 2021

*COMPLETED* (Y.O.L.O stands for: YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE) *** Carter Jones, the school nerd, and Killian Henderson, the reputated troublemaker, somehow end up getting detention together. "How about we make a bet?" Offered Killian, his pistachio-green eyes drilling into mine as a playful smile lingered on his lips. "A bet?" I gulped, intimidated by how close he was sitting next to me. He nodded and raised four fingers, the ones with the letters "Y.O.L.O" tattooed on them, wriggling them in front of me with his ever-so-confident grin. "Four dares, Jones, just you and me." And that's how it all started. *** Rankings: #fiction #featured #queer #gay #depression #bl #youngadult #featured #comedy #bisexual #manxman #teen fiction #boyxboy #bxb #LGBT #romance Cover designed by Holly Thurston

Mihir's attitude switches between hot and cold towards the handsome stranger he met at a wedding. It must be written in the stars for them to cross paths as he was not the one invited to the wedding. One meeting and Mihir was lost, now a part of the colorful spectrum he did not understand. In a constant battle with himself, his mind has begun finding familiarity in the bedlam. Because he knows; try as he might, he has been on the losing end since the start. Dodging the stranger's pointy-teeth smiles and staying alive after a wholesome conversation seems to be impossible. Mihir is a loser and maybe he prefers hot over cool. ───※ ·❆· ※─── Updates: Once a month