The year is 1975. Young, promiscuous and tenacious Jane comes home from her three-month stay at a mental institution to a home where she is not understood and to friends she does not have. When she meets her intriguing, handsome, and very married neighbor George, an intense relationship and infatuation occurs between the two.

Who am I? Do I even know, or have I been wearing this mask of somebody else for so long that I am a mystery now to myself? I've always seeked refuge in the familiarity of my self-destructive lifestyle, telling myself that I wasn't deserving of anything greater than the shit-show my very existence had become. That is, until I, quite literally, ran into the messy haired boy that lives across the hall. Rated mature for language, sexual references, and reference to drug use.

What happens when two smol boys obtain large amounts of peanut butter? Read to find out. #sexy #boi

"i'm not 18 yet," i said, despite my hormonal urges. "it's only illegal if we get caught," matty smirked at me. i didn't realize all of the trouble i would be getting into. *lowercase intended * - ** in progress of editing and adding to it ** { age gap, mental heath, drug use, & smut. }

(Quote;) "He's more feminine than he is masculine George" "I like it, it's cute, he's cute" (Quote;) "Do you not think I don't hear what people say about me? I can't help being who I am, yes i paint my nails, yes i wear eyeshadow sometimes and yes I'd rather wear girly kind of clothes than what you all wear, trust me I hear the things that's said about me and I can't help being fem, it's who I am" Matty Healy, a teenage boy who loves to express who he is, long curly hair and a feminine look that he loves. Matty pretends he doesn't hear what people say about him but he hates it more than people think, why cant he be who he is without people judging him? When George Daniel suddenly shows up in his life, Matty feels a lot safer, but is everything going to be alright?

Matty doesn't know what's going on with gender, and George doesn't know anything except for how to smoke weed.

Matty Healy was a very clever lad from the moment we'd met, and though it was indecipherable to me at the time-as a five year old girl-he would prove to me that he was perfectly capable of tearing my heart into unrecognizable shreds.

"There is a hopelessly romantic notion that two people can meet and instantly fall in love"- Amber said inhaling her cigarette. Frankie rolled her eyes; that was utter bullshit, the thought of two people meeting and forming a bond so deep that no one could break was fairytale material for her but for some reason her mind focused on Matty when the word love left Amber's lips. A story in which Matty Healy falls for his brother's crush not knowing the shitstorm it would cause. This is basically a parody to every fanfic ever

both endlessly denying what's wrong to make each other right. **contains smut, some violence and swearing, drug use (lower case intended)