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I am a tombstone overgrown, a voice mail on repeat. I am 43 words of his voice and the lack of my own. I am his forever seventeen, my fickle twenty. I am growing up, growing old, growing apart. I am the liar who promised that nothing could change us. I am a murderer. __________________________________________________________ October tells the story of Keaton Andersen, an aspiring writer who haven't written a word in two years. When sent to live and study in London, Keaton starts seeing Claire, the girl who has everything he should want. Convincing himself that suppressing his past is the only way for him to ever be normal, Keaton decides to become someone else, someone new. But with a psychiatrist that loves playing dart, a friend who gives french kisses and a stranger with black eyes who'll say all the wrong things, that turns out to be a lot harder than he thinks.

❝In these dreams it's always you: The boy in the sweatshirt, The boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued. Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me.❞ -I Had A Dream About You, Richard Siken Twenty-four-year old Eli Forbes isn't sure where he's headed after college graduation. He might know that he's getting a degree in Exercise Physiology in the spring, but fuck if he knows what he's going to do with it. For now, he's content with spending his winter break helping at his aunt and uncle's coffee shop. Sebastian Steine, a quirky wayward spirit, is double majoring in comparative literature and theater at Berkeley University. As all around him his friends begin to settle down, get married, and start families of their own, it becomes clear to Sebastian that he still doesn't have a clue as to what he's doing with himself. He's a floater and that's not as pleasing as it used to be. When the two meet at Forbes Family Coffeehouse, they begin to realize they have a whole lot more in common than just their favorite order of a simple black coffee.

Jake Gallagher has always lead a particularly average life outside of the antics of his unconventional family. Average grades, average friends, and the average teenager's aversion to familial embarrassment, until his life takes a turn for the unexpected. Because sitting three rows and catercorner from Jake in his astronomy class is Skylar Glass. The insightful, attractive, interesting, starry-eyed juvenile delinquent, whose existence exceeds average in Jake's opinion. Skylar introduces Jake to the other side of life, gives him a new reason to look at the sky, and leaves a trail of stardust that prevents Jake's existence from ever being average again. Featured; teen fiction #7 (Feb 29, '16) NOTES: This story is gay-friendly. Reader discretion is advised. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains the use of drugs and alcohol, as well as themes of abuse, prostitution, and an allusion to non-consensual acts of sex. PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THIS AMAZING FAN ART ♡♡♡ https://www.deviantart.com/katesart2004/art/Stardust-765863986?ga_submit_new=10%3A1538124313&ga_type=edit&ga_changes=1&ga_recent=1

After some rough years Matthew O'Neill is trying to piece together a new life with all good things. A pretty, if maybe super religious girlfriend, a group of close, if somewhat crazy friends, a loving, if a bit unusual family. But his mind is still a mess sometimes. Especially when it comes to Allen Thomas. The new dorky student with the wild red hair and bluest eyes ever who just can't seem to leave him alone. Or is it maybe the other way around? _______________________ There was a split second when we smiled at each other in understanding, a tiny fragment of the reality, that we didn't have anything in common. I quickly looked over to the lockers again, but new kid didn't seem to get it, still smiling in the corner of my eye. "I didn't quite catch you name?" "Matt. Actually it's Matthew," I said for some reason, like I seriously cared. "Right, I'm terrible with names. Especially today, I feel like I've met a thousand people already. Matthew, I'll remember that." Well he wouldn't have to. I kinda liked the dry, soft way he said my name though, and the fact that he actually said it, not just the short version, that too many times sounded like a sheep baahing. I actually kinda hated it when people called me Matt.