This is my personal findings that I treasure, please feel free to browse! This is not for REVIEW or RATING. Just for me to keep track of all the brilliance on this site of BOYxBOY stories. They should really have there own personal category really... Love, AbsinnuV PS: In no particular order... *UPDATE: 1/9/17: For any new readers know that the number cataloging system Wattpad use to implement to find a story is no longer active. The numbers NO LONGER WORK if you type them in. You can still find the story via typing the AUTHOR OR TITLE into the search engine. Happy reading!*

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**Mature Audiences Only** “Okay, she’s gone, he’s gone…now I want to have fun,” Kale said, a note of finality in his voice. Sam laughed at him and got off his lap, sitting in the seat right next to him. “Poor baby…are you going through withdrawals?” Kale narrowed his eyebrows as he said, “Damn right I am. I’m addicted.” He stood up and grabbed her hand. “Now come with me so I can feed the addiction.” “Kale, look around. No one’s here. Let’s have fun right now,” she said, halting his advance to their room. She yanked her arm away from him, turned him around and sank to her knees. “How about a little show of what’s to come?” * Sam and Kale are mates. Have been for two years. This is their story. Enjoy! (:

J: I've been writing letters to a complete stranger and he's been writing back. Maybe a pen pal wouldn't be such a bad idea after all, my only friend has moved away and out of contact and I can't live without talking to someone, even if we've got no idea who we are to each other. T: When I first read her letter, I found it amusing. I mean, who even wrote letters anymore? But then it dawned on me, she was obviously writing to someone who meant a lot to her so I replied. I had no idea that someday, she'd mean a lot to me too.

Victoria Grey's life was anything but normal. Her mother was an author, whose genre of choice was writing books for pregnant mothers. Her father was an eccentric archaeologist and history buff. Victoria didn't inherit anything from her parents except for their quirky personalities. Both sarcastic and strange, Victoria sees life through positive eyes. So when her mother's first completed book becomes a big seller, landing her a world wide book tour, and her father gets himself the deal of a lifetime to go on a dig to Egypt, Victoria is left to go live with her aunt, who is the executive in charge at a high-end fashion magazine. As a girl who couldn't care less about her appearance, Victoria is forced to work as an unpaid intern. Just when Victoria seems to lose sight of the positive side of life as complications with her job and school arise, she meets the devilishly handsome mail boy, who shows her how to see the good in life, even when it seems like there isn't any.

While in the E.R. at Mercy Hospital, Noah meets a strange boy by the name of Tyson, who seems to be a walking contradiction. On the outside he seems cold and distant, yet when he sees Noah in the waiting room with her hand bleeding, he comes over to help her and stays by her side the whole time. When they part that night, both think they'll never see each other again. But, when Noah goes back to school after summer break she finds out that Tyson is the new student. And more surprising still, he acts like he's never seen her before and treats her coldy. Confused, Noah tries to figure out what his deal is, and it does't help that they've been paired together for a class assignment that will take the whole year to complete. ((INITIAL DRAFT))

It's them against the world- even if they don't know it yet. Danny’s mute. He’s anorexic, he’s rich, he wears all black, he loves his music. He's a closet gay. He’s extremely self-conscious and hides from reality. Olivier’s deaf. He’s dirt-poor, he’s constantly hungry, he wears his clothes from the Salvation Army. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, and he might as well wear a shirt that states that he likes guys. But they have three things in common: their love of poetry, peppermint mochas, and most importantly, their love for each other. No one ever said that loving your polar opposite would be easy.

I never thought I could feel this way. Hell, I used to wonder if I could feel anything at all. I was always so…. scared of the people around me. Never knowing when or how to say the right thing, I decided it was better not to get to close at all. I never meant to get close, but in this case… it was like… I had no choice. And though admitting fear is hard for me, the way being thrown into a pit of spiders would be hard for someone arachnid-phobic, what I’m really afraid of now is…. Him. There’s something terrifying about the way he smiles, the way that when he so much as tries to hold my hand it panics me. The way that even just remembering a brush of his skin makes my heart jump into my throat. As if I wasn’t messed up enough, I fell in love with a guy. I’m wasn’t gay. I can’t be gay. I’m not gay. I refuse to be gay. So how on earth do I make us work?

I'm not a nerd. I'm not an outcast and I'm not the weird guy who lurks in the corner. I'm just a regular guy who plays soccer, hangs out with friends and has the biggest secret crush on none other than Micah Phillips. At Murphy Kennedy High School you're known by your identifier. Me I'm Everybody's Guy. It doesn't matter who you are, I'm your friend. Micah is known as the Homophobic Jock. Need I explain why it's a secret crush. In the story books I stay away from him and live in silent agony of not knowning his love... in this story here is what happens when the story books are tossed aside and he makes me The Only Exception.

"You can't just adopt a kid!" I exclaimed. "Sure I can. His name's Pedro. He's from Peru," Nate said coolly. Ryanne Williams has always had a plan. She's never done anything on impulse or just to do it. That is, until she meets Nate, a free-spirited young man who saves her from getting run over by a truck. From that fateful day, their lives become intertwined as they leave their plans behind and journey to live the one life that they have.