"well maybe i just want to keep you occupied while i shamefully look into your eyes!" "you're a lost cause. i'm out of here." or, connor owns a coffee shop called 'accents' where punk-boy troye likes to hang out and stare at connor's butt as he serves coffee.
They called him weird. They did not get to know him. They said things behind his back. He never talked. He never smiled. And I never knew.
Troye Mellet is not popular. He's middle class in the teenage hierarchy and the head of the bitter kids. Cocky "populars" and superficial teens are his enemies, and high-school society his hell. But, behind the social ruse that is his hatred, there is a deep sadness. Loneliness; bottled and festering into complete mis...
"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and...