His name is Krystle, and he lives with his uncle and two loving cousins when his parents die from the Single-Celled killer. It's a nasty parasite in unfiltered water that eats away at the brain. However, when he moved with his uncle at a young age, he didn't know his uncle. Never met him. Until the day he left, and he soon finds out what a true monster is. He has a horrible past, and an awaiting future. Along the way, he meets Trent: a kind-spirited but fierce, stubborn, and opened boy. Who also happens to be gay. How does he take it when Trent tells him? And on their wild adventure, does Krystle decide to tell Trent a secret he has kept forever locked away in his mind? A secret that could kill? What will these two boys face? Only time will tell...

Haunted. Terrified. Alone. Those three words seem to be the only emotions that seventeen year old Gabriel Adams knows how to feel. At the age of thirteen, when other boys were chasing after pretty girls and playing in the dirt, Gabriel had been kidnapped and molested. Now, several years later, Gabriel still can't return to the normal life he'd lived before the Incident. He's terrified of the dark, and even the daytime gives him anxiety attacks. Gabriel hates being touched. A simple brush against him will set him off into spasms while panic quickly takes over his mind. It seems as if nothing will relieve Gabriel from the constricting, painful claws of the man who'd done him harm, and Gabriel is becoming desperate. That's when Evan Ricci steps in. Evan, a stubborn yet surprisingly selfless teenager, moves to the small, quiet town of Clydesdale Heights. When Evan sees a small, awkward blond haired boy carrying pop boxes across the street while he's bringing moving boxes into the new house, he decides to help him. Things don't go exactly as planned, though, and their relationship begins with a rather rough start. The two eventually learn to bond, and Evan helps Gabriel learn to deal with the psychological consequences of being molested, which eventually blooms into an understanding so deep they can't imagine themselves with anyone but the other. A hint of infatuation sparks up, but not quite yet will the love blossom out like most. Their love will take time. And lots of patience and persistence, too.

Let's make this short and simple. My name is Izzy. Never shall anyone call me by my real name... Like please. I don't know very many people other than Sarah, John, Batman, Roseabell, Dr. McDreamy(hehe), Dr. Gregie, Dr. Grey and soon to be "Flower Boy" Dandelions weren't really ever my thing, neither were boys, but I guess we change. Also, Everyone has the same life, sorta. Your born, You live, You die. And my "die" part of life.. Well I think that's pretty close. **** All times that beginning words of sentences or nouns are not capitalize know that it was done on purpose. **** All Rights Reserved on this story, 'Mesothelioma', every word in this book it owned to me unless stated otherwise(such as quotes). Not legal to steal my written words. This story was first published on February 25th, 2015.