Phil Lester is sweet and cute; known for his kindness and enthusiasm. Dan Howell is a tough, cold outsider; known as the school's stereotypical 'bad boy'. But if he's so bad, then why on earth did he rescue Phil Lester and give him a smile which would melt anyone's heart?

My name is Scott Hoying. My life has been anything but boring, so I thought I'd share it. Because it's worth remembering.

In a world of black and white, Scott meets Mitch. In a world of black and white, you only see color when you meet your soulmate. In this world of black and white, what happens when you don't know if your "soulmate" is seeing the same color you are?

"He kissed me and there was nothing in the world that could explain how badly I wanted his lips to be Mitch's."

The Epilogue. Reading 'It's Complicated' before reading this is highly recommended.

A high school love story, with a twist. 25 year old Scott Hoying is a teacher at Martin High School, and he finds himself faced with a particularly difficult student. 17 year old Mitch Grassi is a student at Martin High School, and he leads a hard life. The way he chooses to deal with it, is not the right way. Will Mitch be able to turn his life around before it's too late, and find love along the way?((WARNING: CONTAINS DRUG USE, AGGRESSIVE SWEARING, & UNDERAGE RELATIONS))

Mitch has a superior olfactory sense and a good memory for scents. There is however one scent that he simultaneously craves and wants to forget, the scent of a boy he used to love. Prompted by Mitch's tweet: "I know a fragrance is gonna work 4 me when it smells like a boy I was/would be in love with."

Scott was no stranger to dealing with someone who made his life literal hell. He had to deal with his sporadic mother on a weekly basis. However, after nearly getting his laptop stolen by a 19 year old, homeless boy with a sharp tongue and no knowledge of social etiquette, he learns a whole new meaning to the phrase "in over you head". This is my first Scomiche fanfiction so please be nice

you never quite know what's waiting for you behind that door

{fu·nam·bu·list: a tightrope walker/rope-dancer} Scott Hoying had been sitting in row 4, seat number 23, when he had been sure that his heart stopped beating. With his fingernails burrowed into his dark jeans and his lip between his teeth, he could do nothing but stare upwards - 50 feet above him- as the figure pranced along the high wire. The performer's body swayed to the melody around him, a stunning smile lighting up his entire face as he moved; his arms were thrown out to the sides, toes pointed, as he jumped along the tightrope. The massive tent expelled a blinding white light in the performer's direction, casting an ethereal glow upon his black-clad figure. On cue, the performer then quickly leaped forward, smile still intact, executing three of the most perfect front flips Scott had ever seen in his life. He thought the boy looked miraculous up there, and that was definitely an understatement. Though he was around same age as Scott himself, his way of performing showed experience and talent far beyond his years; the performer quite literally personified the music. It's sure that Scott was definitely the last person to be able to judge circus performers, as it wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he knew passion when he saw it. Scott was certain that if he even attempted something of that calibre, he would probably start crying, if he didn't break his nose first.