******finished******* When Brent was seven years old his big brother died and ever since he has blamed himself. Now, nearly ten years later, he's risking losing yet another sibling. Brent's sister is a talented artist, all around nice person, who is currently battling cancer. Brent wanted to help, but he didn't know how and the path he chose lost him his boyfriend, his morals, and his sobriety. Now he has to decide whether or not he's ready to put the pieces of his life back together or let his past dictate his future. This is the story of Brenton Alexander Straight, the boy with a story to decide. *this hasn't been an issue, but [TRIGGER WARNING] check tags for more information* ********I'm not a professional, in fact I spelled "professional" wrong the first time I typed that, so yes, there are most likely typos. I am not editing this (I'm simply too busy).******** _Best Ratings (for my own self indulgence)_ 23 out of 830 in #dysfunctional 70 out of 10.6K in #comingofage 61 out of 45.6K in #anxiety

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

Xander has always had a hard time keeping himself on his feet. From his mother dying, his abusive drunk father, and problems at school, he always seems to land on his face. But when the new and beautiful Eric makes his way into his life, Xander finds the ground disappearing completely. Follow him through times that change from hell to heaven in just one kiss.

John looked up from his steaming tea that Sherlock had set in his numb hands, the steam feeling heavenly on his skin. "Sherlock, You will be the death of me.." He mutters, taking a sip. Sherlock just swallowed, nodding and turning around to go occupy himself. "Although.." John's voice stopped him in his tracks. "To be one hundred percent honest.." Sherlock turns at a 180 degree angle, his eyes locking with the sandy haired soldier. Who just smiles and says softly, "I wouldn't want to die any other way."

November 17, 2197. Mission: Day 1503. The teen raced down the alien passage way, sizzling plasma bolts flying past him. He ducked and dodged, running like a wounded and hunted animal. He had to escape. He had to find the others before it was too late. . .