Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

NOTE: I wrote this story a big while ago, besides that, it was one of my very first stories. And I'm so ashamed of its existence. But I'm not going to delete it. Please understand that this is a really... weird.. not thought out... crazy.. story. ( Cover made by RoaaAlamry) Ryan (also known as Cry) is a prince. He lives in a huge castle with his five brothers. Ryan is a really nice guy, but the prince stuff just doesn't fit him. On one day, a guy comes to visit. He is way too happy, but has something special. Mad, a wizard that hates Ryan, comes to put them in his world. The who visited disappeard. Ryan searches for him.

On that night I swear I could see the stars in his eyes. They were so bright, curious, magical, beautiful, amazing. I could have come up with a million adjectives to describe him and never manage to find the right one. I wonder... does he see the stars in me, too?