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Clayton Elliot is just your average teenage boy with an obsession with beanie hats, punk rock bands, and photography. He might attend an elite school for the artistic (aka rich troublemakers whose parents have had enough), but he's really just like the next boy, floating along and messing around because what else can a teenager do. Enter Tobias Kyle. Clay's new roommate is... small. He's quiet to the point of strange, he doesn't sleep, he's as blunt as a butter knife, and he carries his sketchbook around like it's some sort of defensive weapon. On top of all that, he's only five feet tall, with large round hazel eyes that reminds Clay of his beloved puppy. Yet Clay can't help but be curious about this kid that seems like he would rather be anywhere but here. Will Clay succeed in getting closer to Tobi without scaring him away? What will Clay find out about the troubled and traumatic past that Tobi wants to hide so desperately? Can Tobi learn to let someone else in again? Read about Clay and Tobi's story of awkward conversations, quiet comfort, and small steps in TINGED: a story about two boys and some art.

Something I just wrote out of nowhere. So I thought I would share.