I have no idea where this story is going to go. The main character is a recently graduated 18 year old boy named Colin Asher who's started having nightmares. He just moved to California from Michigan to go to art school. Colin meets a cute boy named Lucas Hartman and (possibly) falls in love. I hope it turns out like I want it to!

From the moment my hormones kicked in, I knew I was different from other boys. Not wanting to make other people too aware of this, I stayed within the confines of a stereotype to avoid social suicide. However, I did it in a way that would not make me compromise who I am as a person...

"Watch out!" some jock guy ran up to me, catching a football before it hit me in the face. He leered down at me. "Saved you. Guess you owe me a date, huh cutie?" I couldn't help it, I laughed right in his face. "You don't want to date me." I chuckled. "It's cool, I think the whole goth thing is hot on the right girl. And that British accent's a real turn on." he winked and Topher and Blair joined my laughter this go round. "What are you doing hanging out with these losers? Come on join me and my friends over there." He began dragging me away but I managed to slip away. "I'm warning you, now, man, you don't wanna mess with me. I'm reeeeally not your type." "I'd like for you to be." he ducked in and freaking kissed me. "DUDE!" I growled, wiping my mouth. Too freaking nasty, I had jock germs all over my mouth now. "You know what?! I was trying to be nice and save you the humiliation, but fuck it, you wanna go this route?! I'M A GUY!" I yelled.

"i'm shy okay. stop it, lou." "we're unlikely to happen. shut up liam." when the loudest kid in school is too shy to talk to the tall and lanky but not so oblivious brunet.