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Stupid Little Blue Haired Boy (boyxboy) by sempiiternal
sempiiternal
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Damian Owens refuses to take his medication. He consistently ditches therapy sessions, and won't speak a word to the living. Timothy Edward Richard McKinnon is your typical little fairy princess, sweet, innocent and an open heart full of love. He's the kind of kid who refuses to leave anyone behind, no matter how far underwater they drag him down. He doesn't give up on anybody. After Timmy's relocation to the rainy town of Ashland, their worlds collide in the most unexpected of places. He accidentally stumbles upon Damian and is granted the gift of hearing him speak. Although innocent on the surface, the younger boy will teach the other some of the darkest and most valuable lessons, starting with the importance of moving on, even when it seems impossible. cover credit to Amelia_Vale
Good Morning Miss Avery by RowanRx
RowanRx
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I made my way through the hallway and saw Dakota standing next to the counter. I stopped midway and just took her in. She was in black skirt that just hugged every curve she had perfectly. Her candy apple red shirt clung to her body like another layer of skin, the front was low cut and revealed more of her breasts I had ever seen. She was wearing heels so she was taller, but she still wasn't as tall as I was. Her hair was straight and fell over her shoulder, some strands wondered over the front of her shirt. Part of me couldn't help but to be jealous that she wasn't dressing like that for me. I loved her. I wish I hadn't fallen in love with my roommate, or my teacher at that. But here I was, jealous as I watched her get ready for her date. Hopelessly and completely.. in love with Miss Avery..
If I Fall (GirlXGirl) by LBrooks23
LBrooks23
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***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.