Note: This book will only be on Wattpad until 10/16/2017. It's currently in the process of publishing, hopefully you guys understand! When Harper woke to the sound of moving trucks next door, he knew things would be different. The last neighbors had been rather unpleasant and he wasn't sad to see them go. In their place, the Stanfields moved in. Being the only gay couple in the neighborhood, the men knew they had to be friendly, but what starts off as flirtatious banter with the teenager next door turns into something much more dangerous. Harper's parents don't know he's not interested in girls. What Harper has his eyes set on are the Stanfield men, and he won't rest until he's in their good graces - and in their bed. Trouble's just moved in next door, and though he's not religious, Harper stands by one idea; he's a very... firm believer in loving thy neighbor.

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.

"I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit, but I have to tell you that even the way you drink coffee knocks me the fuck out." - Axel Clark has responsibilities. After his father left and his mother became an alcoholic, he took it upon himself to take care of his younger sister, Abby. Doing two part jobs, keeping his grades up, maintaining his position as captain of the swim team, and coming home in time to read Abby a bed time story every night, he's exhausted. He doesn't have time for romance, nor does he have the energy. That is, until, he meets Xavier Alexander. Xavier is content with his life, or so he tells himself. He's a jolly, outgoing and loud mess of a person who has a wonderful girlfriend, amazing friends, loving parents, a cool sister and average grades, but he stills feels like his life is incomplete. However, he thinks it's just a teenage phase, and takes a job at a local pizzeria to kill his boredom. And then he meets Axel Clark. And then on one fateful night when the two boys meet, their worlds collide and their lives begin changing in ways they'd never imagined. All cover credit goes to the wonderfully talented @mydearcc

If people were natural disasters, he was a hurricane. Of course you wouldn't know that by just looking at him with those oceanic blue eyes and that windswept blond hair, looking as if he'd just stumbled off of an island. Maybe he looked like he rode the waves instead of creating them. But he was a hurricane: destructive and utterly antagonistic. And I just couldn't get enough.