"He kissed my lips gently, closing his eyes and pulling my waist towards him. This kiss was soft and he tasted like sex and vodka. We just kinda stood there, on the lamp-lit sidewalk at 12:53pm on a warm night, gently kissing and soaking up each other's love."
" we're friends right? well, you can't really tell me otherwise anyway, which is probably why we're friends. " Or the story of an overenthusiastic boy called Phil, who has trouble shutting up, and a reluctantly mute boy called Dan, who's life is falling apart, and how they both come to realise that sometimes - actions...
When Troye is admitted to a psychiatric ward following a suicide attempt, the only thing he wants is to get discharged as soon as possible. The last thing he expects to find is a friend, let alone anything more. If there's one thing he learns, it's to never judge a book by it's cover. And to never take life too seriou...