*FIRST BOOK IN DIFFERENT SERIES* Being abandoned for being different makes you wonder why you couldn't be like everyone else. It makes you wonder why you couldn't be normal.

"I'm so alone." He says. "Everyone I love, and have cared for, is gone. They moved away from Arlington like it was no problem, and here I am. I am struggling. Leaving Arlington is like leaving my happiness."

Scott Hoying, Mitch Grassi, Kirstin Maldonado, Avi Kaplan, and Kevin Olusola are just normal teenagers at a private high school. Minus the normal part. None of them are close to normal. They are all in different social groups, Scott is a gamer. Mitch is a rebel. Kirstin is a diva. Avi is a teacher's pet. And Kevin is an athletic. When put together as an experiment, will they clash, or become best of friends?

Picture a world where you couldn't speak. When you were mad, you couldn't rant. When you were sad, you couldn't talk about it. When you were happy, you couldn't let people know. This was Mitch's reality.

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

Scott and Mitch have never really gotten along. But they will have to work together to get back into choir after their teacher kicked them out. There's something about Mitch that makes Scott realize that maybe he isn't all that he tries to play off in school. What is Mitch hiding in his pampered life? With a little too much time with Mitch, will Scott's feelings surface? 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.

"I don't want you to take it back, ever... But I don't deserve your love." "You're right, you don't." * One-shots from the YDDML universe (Family AU) (Original one shot in Forever and Always - Scomiche One-Shots)

Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.

When Mitch and Scott meet as college roommates, they're not sure what to make of each other. They're so different; Mitch is tiny and alternative and sarcastic and gay as a meatball, and Scott is absolutely positive he's straight as can be. Yet through a shared love of Queen Bey and a few of those spill-your-guts late night college talks, they forge a strong friendship, and from there... Well. Gay shit happens.