Due to his mother's wise words of advise about "doing it now and remembering it later," Ezra had been ballsy enough to try out for this year's school play; Snow White. Any role would have sufficed; a tree, a dwarf, a background singer-- anything to get it done with for his mother's sake. But through some unknown and unwanted turn of events, his name was now typed beside the role of Snow White herself-- er, himself? Whatever. It didn't matter. He was too busy sulking to really contemplate pronouns. Ezra can pretend to be hopelessly in love with Majer Madison (AKA Prince Ferdinand) for the performance. But what if Ezra has to pretend the exact opposite in real life? •••

It all began with a kiss, with Alex, my best friend, my band mate, which got me thinking, am I gay? The audience was yelling now. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!" They chanted. I blinked, confused. "What?" Alex asked a fan. "Okay" he murmured and made his way over to me. I raised at eyebrow but he didn't say anything. He grabbed my face and softly pecked me on the lips. Dumbfounded I just stood there. "Alright!" Alex picked up the mic skillfully. "This ones called weightless. Hit it!" The drums kicked in and I played as alex pranced around on stage. After that show, fans ordered us to kiss at every venue we performed at. Became a regular thing I guess. I just wished the kisses would last longer... So I admit. I, Jack Barakat, have a crush on my best friend and fellow bandmate, Alex Gaskarth.

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx

Alex moved to Clarkston, Michigan with his mom recently so his mother could be closer to her boyfriend. Considering his dad had passed away when he was little, Alex doesn't understand the rules and concepts of love after love... Or love in general... Will Alex's new step-brother Damen be able to show him how to love? Will their relationship ruin the upcoming marriage between their parents? Does Alex actually love another guy? Alex's confusions just seem to make his life harder and harder. Is Damen really worth the struggle?