[Kellic] As Vic grows up with his childhood best friend, Kellin, he starts to feel things that aren't normal towards him, something more. And he tries with all his might not to let anyone know he's gay...or about his crush on his best friend. But how long can he really keep in his feelings for Kellin? This story is gonna be long af. This story contains mature themes like sex, drugs, violence, and foul language Follow my Instagram for updates on my stories! Wattpad.queeen

We were enemies by birth. We were in love by choice. [trigger warning for like three chapters]

(Kellic) Why is it so hard for Kellin to keep up his 'good boy' act? All he really has to do is finish his online classes for college. Then he can move out of his mom's house, and move on in his life as an interior decorator. But, maybe it has something to do with his new neighbor who just moved in, the plumber.

Vic's mothers are Satanists who do not approve of his straightness. To "fix" this problem, they send him to a gay camp, where he will learn how to be "pure". Purely gay, that is.

*Novella, so shit gonna be fast paced as hell* Two singles on the lam from reality. Unable to survive the real world, how could they possibly conquer the wrath of the trail? With their pasts hot on their tail, they'll just have to keep moving...and try to stay alive.

*something clickbaity that will make you want to read this story* I wrote this nearly 4 years ago and it is most definitely not my best. I'd recommend you read my more recent works instead: "A Kiss and I Will Surrender" and "I Believe We're the Enemy" :)

if you could define life by color, life before Him was kinda pale. the days were pretty and pink, but there was no warmth to give it vibrancy or nothing. every day was basically the same and exhaustingly boring. His arrival brought not only new colors and vibrancy, but meaning to the ones i'd already known. i loved it, the months where things were good between us felt like he showed me a new way of life that was totally different from everything. he left, snatching the color back from me. i don't know how i'll find anything like that ever again, so i suppose i'll try suppressing the memories. even if it means i fade to gray.