They say opposites attract, so what happens when innocent, introverted and homeschooled Mitch Grassi, who dreams of being in show choir, clashes with Martin High's popular, extroverted and flunking bad-boy Scott Hoying? Will their differences help or hurt each other? And will the fate of their future careers pull them together, or tear them apart?

Alexander Kirk is the first to notice. Mitch and Scott have been best friends for years, and they thought that nothing could change their friendship. But as life goes on and they're forced to make some changes, they realize that something is different..and maybe is too late to do anything.

Found at last, Mitch is on his way back home. But four years can do a lot to someone. Will he be able to go back to his normal life, or will the horrors he endured finally finish what they started: Destroying him. Scott, four years in the force, helped save the boy he kidnapped all those years ago from the nightmare he had been living. But now, he feels obligated to to keep helping Mitch out of the pit. As suicide reports of more of these rescued victims come in, Scott begins to worry. Book Two in Absent Series ~°~ "Home?" "Yes, home." "No. Not home. This is just another Hell Hole with a nice name slapped on it." (Warning: Self harm, rape, death) Completed. Now Editing

Mitch has always been praised for him beauty, but now, that same feature has gotten him in trouble. He has always been independent, but will this same factor be his downfall when he needs to depend on someone for survival? Scott does what he can for money, barely scrapping by. When he is hired for a job that is less than moral, he begins to question of it is worth it. Especially after meeting a snarky dark haired boy. Book One in Absent Series ~°~ "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and you...you are beautiful." (Warning: Trigger Warning! Rape, Neglect, Abuse, Death. There is also strong language in here.) Completed. Now Editing

Mitchell Grassi, abuse, rape, suicide victim and survivor. The road to recovery is long, and no one knows it better than he does. With his secret crush, Scott, and best friend, Kirstie, at his side, he struggles to over come the horrors he has survived. Scott has been at his side this whole journey and has no wishes to abandon him now. He is by his side every step of the way. Now, he is ready to be by Mitch's side in this new leg of his journey. Together. Even if their promised forever is so little. Book Three in the Absent series. Completed. Now Editing ~°~ "Mitchie, you will never, ever disappoint me. I don't care what that voice tells you. I will never be ashamed of you." "Truly?" "Truly, my lovely queen." Warning: Death, Homophobia, Swearing, suggestions of smut(Maybe more)

School is where the flirtatious Mitch Grassi rules over all the boys. He flirts with every boy in sight, including the teachers. But when his English teacher is replaced by Scott Hoying, it seems Mitch's advances are ignored. Could Mitch make the older man become one of his play things? Or can Mitch fall for his teacher in the midst of a game? COMPLETED

Being a slave for rich men year after year had made Mitch numb to everything around him. Could Scott be the man to make Mitch realize the world isn't that bad? All songs in this story are real song sang by slaves and Native Americans. This is completely fictional. Completed

It's Mitch's sixteenth birthday when he strives to get the attention of a certain Scott Hoying. But Scott is the brother of his best friend. The older brother. Scott teases the younger boy with sexual advanges. He uses Mitch for quick pleasure and Mitch is too naïve to get away. Will something ever come out of their complicated relationship? WARNING: SMUTT IN ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER COMPLETED

"Police! Open up!" I yell, banging again. I steel myself as this time I hear the locks click-clunk and see the door pull back slowly to reveal a half-naked blond bear of a man, who fucking towers over me. He's standing, blocking the doorway, with a frying pan in one hand and an aerosol can in the other. His face is flushed, his chest heaving with exertion, eyes wide with adrenaline, and his bare torso is glistening with sweat. He adjusts the grip on the pan and I see the muscles of that arm ripple underneath the monochrome sleeve that adorns it. Shit. Why the fuck did I not call for back up? (Aka the failed one shot. From the ship that sails itself.) Some content is mature. Caution advised, but specific trigger warnings will be given where appropriate. Note: AWOOGA is used to label the dirrrrrrty chapters.

He left him for 10 minutes and now he's not sure if he'll ever get him back.