My dad is the football coach of Elwood High. He's won nearly every single game for every year he has worked there. He's muscular, intelligent and popular. He had everything. Then, well then, he had me. I was supposed to be the kid with the skills to match his. Maybe even exceed his own. But I am the last person you would find outside on the field. Or any game if I am being honest. So to say the least I'm a disappointment to my father. So much, I don't even think he thinks as me as his child. He is always throwing these subtle hints my way about how I'm too thin or how much he would love to have more players on the team. I would play sports if I could-believe me. But I'm just not into athletics like my father wants me to be. Plus, I have this odd tendency to screw up everything I touch. Which is how I got into this mess to begin with. It started when I spilled coffee all over the football quarterback-Derek Williams. He's a nice guy-for a football player. But I absolutely hate him with every fiber of my being. If there was one thing my father wanted from his son-well it would be all of him. He's athletic, smart, good looking, and funny. You don't get much better than that. And my father tells me. Everyday. But here comes another problem. I'm gay and my father doesn't know. He would probably hate me, or blame my non-athleticism on some stupid stereotype on my sexuality. No, hiding this from my dad was never really issue. I was good at keeping secrets, probably better than I should have been. The issue you may ask? Well his name was Derek. The very guy I resented, just so happened to have his own dirty little secret. ___________________ Copyright. © 5upernatura1 2014. All rights reserved.

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

{Completed} How do you keep a secret in Hollywood? Actor Max Stark, and Singer Ryan Connors know, they have been keeping their relationship a secret for over a year. Max is the bad boy, a serial dater, who has been dubbed 'The Hollywood Heartbreaker'. His world consists of dates with beautiful women and guest spots on television shows, but when no one is watching, he lets his walls down, and becomes the sweet guy who had always dreamed of a white picket fence type of life. Ryan is 'The Good Boy', who sings sweet love songs and hides his colourful personality behind endearing smiles and empty gestures. His relationship with Actress Claudia Grey allowed him to rise to the top, yet 'The Golden Couple' is anything but. He doesn't let people in easily and years of being told that the real him isn't enough to get to the top, have taken their toll. To the rest of the world, these boys don't even know each other, so when one of them wants to come clean and go public, what will happen? Will their relationship survive the obstacles or will the politics of Hollywood get the best of them?