•Gaurance FF• **7 Years After MyStreet** After Laurance, Garroth, Dante and Travis moved from their MyStreet house, Garroth and Laurance lost contact. 7 years had passed before Laurance even slipped into Garroth's mind again. Will Garroth's little crush burst into a flame once again? Or will it disappear into the ashe...
"If we fall in love, we might get hate..." "I can live with that, just to be close to you." "I we fall in love, we might lose some of our friends..." "Then they aren't truly our friends. We could always find better ones." "If we fall in love, we might end up breaking each other's hearts..." "If we're in true love, tha...
This story was made from Rawzilla124. They disconnected this story but I asked if I could finish it for them and they agreed. I hope you like it. :3 I also do not own any characters in this story. They are owned my Aphmau/Jesse. Zane has stayed inside his house for the past few days, so Aphmau asks Travis to check on...
Zane and Travis end up getting together after a party. Will it last? Will someone try to break them up? Well read to find out dude. Warning: abuse, a lemon, gayness, and maybe cheating will appear in this story so if you are sensitive to these topics do NOT read this story.
Toby's eyes narrowed as he stared at the blonde male who lay unconscious in the small shed behind his old beaten up home, his soaked hair pooling over his paled thin arms, if it weren't for his strained breathing he would've thought he was dead, peeking out of the shed he looked around before kneeling down over the bo...
[Keep in mind that this is an older piece of writing, I am no longer involved with this fandom nor proud of the writing and unclear plot. I'm considering unpublishing this in the future.] Zane has never truly experienced love and doesn't mind it. That's when he begins to have feelings for the white haired male, which...
This is a story between Travis, the silly yet charming, and Zane, the emo yet lovable. watch as there adventure plays out through love, adventure, and hardships.
