Hey, my name is Connor Stewarts. I'm 17 years old and am in my junior year of high school. This is the story of how I met the four most amazing people in the world. Tobias Charles, the school's sports captain who is also dumber than a box of rocks. Carlisle Parker, the town's bad boy. Ashton Sanders, the rodeo king who has the most magnificent farmer's tan. And lastly, Colby Usher, the emo kid that everyone is always worried about hurting himself or someone else. These four boys are polar opposites, but share one common interest: ME. Yep, that's right. These four boys have a crush on the loner, who happens to be their best friend. Many would consider me a nerd because of my test scores, but music and photography were always my passion and my talent. Anyways.... This is the story about the five of us and our strange relationship.

In another dimension where Donald Trump is elected president, it comes time to build a wall. The wall, the wall that will save this country. And only the best can build this glorious wall, Bob The Builder. Donald falls in love with the wall, and soon with Bob. But how will this forbidden love work out?

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

Joseph Stalin, the notorious leader of the Soviet Union, never knew what love was like. He had lived his entire life with everything he desired right at his fingertips, and considered affections a useless waste of his time. However, as the Soviet death toll rises into the millions and the border is flocked with German troops, Stalin struggles to keep his composure and remain the proud face of his starving country. But as all begins to look bleak, there comes a man who teaches Stalin the joy that can be found in the little things, that there are no mistakes, just happy accidents. It is up to Bob Ross to trade out the Hammer and Sickle in Stalin's hands for a paintbrush and palette.

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.

"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Fries with you." My eyes widened as it slowly registered that Golden Boy McHarden had just openly flirted with me.

"Yes. My name is Louis. And who might you be, cutie?" "I'm . . . Harry. My name is Harry, and I'm your next door neighbour. I live at the yellow house that is beside yours." Twenty-five-year-old Louis Tomlinson not so subtly checked out the boy, "how old are you?" "I'm . . . Sixteen-years-old," the small boy eyed the man cautiously, "how old are you?" "I'm twenty-five, young one," was the reply Harry got. "You've called me two different names already. Why?" "I like pet names. Do you not like being called pet names?" "As long as you don't treat me like an animal? then I'm okay with you calling me pet names." "Great, and I definitely won't treat you like an animal" Louis replied, a smirk evident upon his face. "You creep me out, but only a tad" the curly haired boy said quietly. "Oh, and why is that?" "I don't know . . ."

BAD BOYS IN LOVE, BOOK 1 When high-school quarterback, Harvey Remington's whole family passes away in a brutal car accident, he loses all will to live. That's until he discovers that he's not completely alone, that there's one survivor; his baby nephew. All hopes of raising the kid himself come crashing down when he's informed that his arch-nemesis' family, the über-rich Kincaids, are the godparents who will be given custody of the baby. With no stable income and no living relatives to support him, getting guardianship seems impossible. The solution? Marriage. ● "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Gideon Elijah Kincaid and Harvey Zak Remington in holy matrimony. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." I press my lips together to prevent myself from shouting at the top of my lungs that I do. Yes, I have a huge problem with marrying my arch-nemesis, and I'd like to be NOT tied to this asshole 'till death' - or for the few years until I'm up on my own feet - thank you very much. Gideon narrows his dark silver eyes at me as he squeezes my hands in his grip, silently warning me to maintain my slipping composure. I take a deep breath and let my eyes wander over to the side - where my very adorable nephew is sitting on Gideon's mom's lap, bouncing excitedly as he watches all the bright lights and decor with the awe-filled wide eyes that only babies can pull off. My heart clenches at the sight because the oblivious baby has no clue that his whole world has been ripped away from under him, that I am the only person he has left. I sigh internally at the unfairness of it all. With a renewed determination to do everything I possibly can to do right by the little human, I steel myself and give Gideon a wide smile, doing my best to make it seem like he's the most important person to me on the planet. I can do this. I can stay married to the bad boy.

"Have you ever looked in the mirror and had gotten sick to your stomach because you hate the reflection staring back at you? Imagine feeling like that every time you looked in the mirror. How can anyone love me when I don't even love myself?" _______________________________________ Yoongi and Jimin have never spoken to each other until their professor paired them up to do an assignment together. Jimin was the quiet kid. He never really spoke to anyone and didn't have that many friends. Yoongi was the complete opposite, a relaxed, social butterfly. Both of the boys wanted to get the assignment done and that be the end of it. However, it wasn't that simple. Working on the assignment together forced the boys to become close, which blossomed into a friendship. As they get closer they learn more about each other than they ever thought they would, one of them bearing a sad and potentially fatal secret. TRIGGER WARNINGS: - Mature content - Potential triggering/upsetting scenes - Mental Illness/eating disorder - Strong language - Sexual content (boyxboy) - Emotionally distressing/sensitive scenes and topics

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP