In which Louis develops an unhealthy infatuation with the painstakingly endearing, clumsy boy across the hall, even though really- he's way too young for him.

Forever unfinished, more than likely. (Read at your own risk. Takes place in the same character universe as Coming Up for Air) "Not everybody gets to have perfection. Not everybody gets to ride off into the sunset at the end." "But we will. I promise" "How can you promise something like that?" "Well, I might not have any sunsets, but I have a car and I'm willing to drive until we find one." {some people are magnets} harry|louis

[BoyxBoy - Completed] "Ash" is a seventeen year old high school drop out who makes his money by renting himself. It's not his ideal or dream career, but it's what it takes to pay for his necessities. When Ash finds himself in a classroom with his first ever teenage trick, things don't go as they normally would. From then on, you might just say that his life as a rent-boy takes an unusual turn. Instead of being paid to have sex, Ash is paid, by his most regular customer yet, to simply talk. It all seems too good to be true to Ash; a good lookin' lad that's actually his own age? That's a big step from the usual mid-thirty perverts he gets on street corners. You'd think it'd be a great twist to his life, right? Yeah, so did Ash. Until he finds out his tricks secret, which makes Ash wish he'd never even met the guy. Lust, suspicion and a dose of love? This rent-boy's life is about to get a whole lot better, but also a whole lot worse.

Six teens are devoted to a game with one rule: If a player gets tagged, they must change their life within the next fifteen minutes. The better the player, the bigger the change. One might give their car away, or punch the school bully. Another might change identities or sacrifice their virginity. Anything to keep evolving, to avoid fitting into a label or caring about the junk they own. But their quest for enlightenment has taken a rotten final turn - one of the players has murdered the game's creator, the teen prophet (cult leader?) David Bloom. Our narrator is being framed for the crime; can he clear his name and discover which of his lifelong friends is the murderer before he takes the fall? [sic] is a gritty teen murder mystery that delves into the psychology of enlightenment among the criminally dysfunctional.

He tightens his hold on Louis’ tiny waist and begs, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” His breath condenses on Louis’ neck and seeps into his skin, trying to keep him warm, trying to keep whatever hope they have left warm, but Louis just keeps crying, “You don’t, you don’t, you don’t.” He tightens his hold on Louis’ tiny waist and begs, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” His breath condenses on Louis’ neck and seeps into his skin, trying to keep him warm, trying to keep whatever hope they have left warm, but Louis just keeps crying, “You don’t, you don’t, you don’t.” Or, after three years of no contact with his best friend, Harry Styles goes to America when he receives an invitation to Louis’ wedding. With Louis’ fiancé gone on a business trip and a week before the wedding, Harry’s forced to reconsider his mistakes in the past, and whether or not he wants Louis in his future. A week of sex, sorrow, and passion ensues. © 2013 All Rights Reserved. Cover by AlexandraJoy