he don't say a word, and he won't say a word, until you kiss the boy. +++ mitch doesn't speak. it's not like he can't, it's just that he doesn't want to. he refuses to open his mouth and let words escape his lips. why, you ask? that's for him to know and for you to find out. scott meets the silent boy and is instantly intrigued. after all, how could you not with his warm brown eyes and a smile that could bring happiness to the saddest of people? and when he discovers mitch's silence, it just feeds his thirst for knowledge. he wants to know why. well, you know what they say. curiosity killed the cat.

"Make him remember you. Every day. Do something that will make him fall for you. Be yourself, and captivate him." "Surprise him. Make him fall in love with you, just like he can make you fall in love with him in less than a day. Give him something to talk about when he's old and reflects on life... about the night that his forgetful boy took him by surprise." "Falling for someone is a scary thing, but it makes it a whole lot better when someone is holding your hand through it all."

The tattoo grew on my forearm right before my eyes. The red was now gone... completely barren, yet it was the most beautiful part of me now... a tree ready to bloom. The roots of the tree bled into my veins, and the tree seemed to move as if it were blowing in the wind. This tree represented my life. And now I had a year to get rid of it. A year to find somebody to love me. As if it were that easy with a face as beastly as mine. Cover Photo courtesy of @lubiemanaty Rated M for language.

Mitch is a little. Scott is a caregiver. Can they find out and make it work with minimal bumps along the way?

Both Scott and Mitch have been put into a care home Scott has been there for a while now. But when, the new kid, Mitch arrives and they end up having to share a room, what will happen? Having not shared their pasts with people will they finally be able to be open about what has happened to them? or will things just spiral out of control? *Disclaimer* This story is not based on the lives of any of the characters mentioned, it is simply fiction based on events that have happened in my life. I have simply used their names as a filler for what I could not find in my mind. This story is not meant to offend nor is it meant to influence anybody who may read this.

Mitch Grassi is poor. Everyone just tosses him aside and makes no big deal out of him, and to top it all off, he lives in the streets. When in an alley one night, he meets a man names Scott Hoying. Scott seems to be the only person who cares about Mitch. How will meeting Scott benefit Mitch, especially since they have big secrets they don't want the other to know...

{fu·nam·bu·list: a tightrope walker/rope-dancer} Scott Hoying had been sitting in row 4, seat number 23, when he had been sure that his heart stopped beating. With his fingernails burrowed into his dark jeans and his lip between his teeth, he could do nothing but stare upwards - 50 feet above him- as the figure pranced along the high wire. The performer's body swayed to the melody around him, a stunning smile lighting up his entire face as he moved; his arms were thrown out to the sides, toes pointed, as he jumped along the tightrope. The massive tent expelled a blinding white light in the performer's direction, casting an ethereal glow upon his black-clad figure. On cue, the performer then quickly leaped forward, smile still intact, executing three of the most perfect front flips Scott had ever seen in his life. He thought the boy looked miraculous up there, and that was definitely an understatement. Though he was around same age as Scott himself, his way of performing showed experience and talent far beyond his years; the performer quite literally personified the music. It's sure that Scott was definitely the last person to be able to judge circus performers, as it wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he knew passion when he saw it. Scott was certain that if he even attempted something of that calibre, he would probably start crying, if he didn't break his nose first.

When Scott finds a scared boy in the crawl space that everyone knows Scott had already claimed as his own on the streets, he finds himself not screaming at the boy to get out like he did to the other homeless people that tried to take his "home" but instead sharing his small space with him. There was just something curious about this one. A/N: This is completely fictional, the events in this story didn't actually happen to Scott and/or Mitch.

After coming across a lost camera, Scott decides that looking through the videos would be completely invasive and creepy. But then his finger slipped.

For triplets who look so alike, no one expected the Grassi brothers to be so drastically different from each other. Mitchell's the party goer, Coby's the bubbly ball of energy, and Michael is the grade A student. The same goes for the Hoying twins; no one really expected the two to be so distant. Scott's the easy-going bookworm and Rick's the rebel who never really minds about his life. Or, at least, that's what most people think. Despite the twins and triplets' differences however, they get along nicely. Well, sort of. And somehow, their lives end up getting tangled in a weird mess. Main idea came from: http://probablysomehow.tumblr.com/post/108163749204 [Currently on hold till I find the time to focus on multi-chapter fics, sorry!]