"You've never shown any interest in Sam's games before," she said, crossing her arms. "Okay?" I asked, confused. "Is there something going on?" She asked, gesturing to him, then back at me. I scoffed, "What the fuck do you mean, 'something going on'?" I asked, defensive. "You know," she said, her tone softening. I knew I should've never told her. "Don't concern yourself, okay."

Lance's High School is just what you would expect. It has Classes, Lunch, sports and groups of kids, popular kids, cool kids, nerds, chior kids, jocks, cheerleaders, musicians, emos, etc.and that one group of kids who just hang out cause they can't find a group that suits them. Lance is in that one group, with his best friends, Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Shiro. They call themselves "voltron". When the School " Battle of the Bands" roles around, they decide that this is their chance to prove they are worth something to everyone else, instead of "that group". But they have to go up against loads of other students. Their biggest competition is the group of emo kids who can really express themselfs. Can they do it? ( I DO NOT OWN THE COVER!!! ALL RIGHTS TO THE ARTIST AND OWNER!! )

"Your silence will always speak louder than those insults Travis." -Sal "Maybe silence is for the better.." -Travis What happens when cliche bully Travis stops speaking? Why did Travis stop speaking? Why is he so timid? Who knows. These are just questions Sal has, they might never be answered. It might be too late. Maybe someone else steps in...

Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

Travis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight. Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore. spanish version on profile ! cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? Alert: this is a repost I'm not stealing others work!!!!