In which Josh is a leader of a youth club and Tyler is a bratty teen who stumbles into the youth club completely by accident.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION When Elliot Goldman meets his sweet and charming new lab partner, Jordan Hughes, suddenly high school doesn't seem so bad. For the first time ever, Elliot can't wait to get to chemistry class... ***** Smart, good looking and charismatic, Jordan opens Elliot's eyes to the possibilities around him and gives him butterflies like nobody else does. Jordan isn't exactly the kind of person Elliot's used to having as a lab partner, but when they start acing their assignments, life is suddenly about more than boring lectures, bad cafeteria nachos, or relentless bullying. And then one night, the butterflies start to make sense - the trouble is, now nothing else does. As Elliot begins to figure out how he really feels about Jordan, he realizes that sometimes the last thing you are expecting is the one thing you need the most. [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]]

--- "I'm gonna call Wendy and tell her to fuck off! She is a such a little bitch!" "Sir, I think you've had to much to drink." --- WARNING: This book will mention a lot of triggering things. Two of those things are Alcoholism and Self-Harm. There will also be a ton of other shit. Oh yeah, and cursing. DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to their rightful owners; Matt Stone & Trey Parker. I do not own the characters of South Park. Thank You. (Ps. All collages showed in this book will have been made by me. The pictures, however, are not mine. They belong to their rightful owners and I only use them for the collages) (P.ps. Sorry to Wendy and all of her fans)

--- "What's that? It looks like a letter." "O-oh, its... it's nothing, Ken." --- WARNING: This book will mention a lot of triggering things. Two of those things are Drugs and Death. There will also be a ton of other shit. Oh yeah, and cursing. DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to their rightful owners; Matt Stone & Trey Parker. I do not own the characters of South Park. Thank You. (Ps. All collages and aesthetics shown in this book will have been made by me. The pictures, however, are not mine. They belong to their rightful owners and I only use them for the collages)

--- "Kenny! Ken-" *CRASH* "K-Kenny......?" --- WARNING: This book will mention a lot of triggering things. Two of those things are Alcoholism and drugs. There will also be a ton of other shit. Oh yeah, and cursing. DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to their rightful owners; Matt Stone & Trey Parker. I do not own the characters of South Park. Thank You. (Ps. All collages showed in this book will have been made by me. The pictures, however, are not mine. They belong to their rightful owners and I only use them for the collages) (P.ps. There will be a little bit of Creek, just it'll be kinda one-sided. Ok? Ok) EDIT: THANK YOU ALL SO SO SO MUCH FOR OVER A THOUSAND READS I REALLY APPRECIATE IT<3

"They have belligerent sexual tension." "What does that even mean?" --- James and Casper have been fighting for years - they've just never gotten along, ever. And then comes along a game of Gay Chicken and a kiss that changed everything. (BoyxBoy)

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

"... 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.

He hasn't said a word in years... His voice though, is a work of art............ I was inspired to write this when I read about a chorus in Australia which is made up of stroke victims. Although most of them can speak some and singing is a way to help improve their speech, there are some individuals who can sing but not speak at all. I hope you enjoy the story.