Blue eyes. That's what Awsten saw. Someone who cared. That's what Geoff saw. A friend. That's what Awsten gained. Hope. That's what Geoff gained. Each other. That's what they both kept.

"well, luke, how many straight guys do you know that would be willing to spend 4 weeks at an all-boys camp?"

"everything's an art form when you're born with the wrong colour palette and shaking hands." in which a coffee addicted poet falls for the blue haired barista. completed. geoff's pov. told in poems. lowercase intended. each part is a different shade. my first time writing poetry (ever), so this probably sucks.

Awsten makes Geoff swear he wouldn't buy Awsten a birthday present. Geoff finds a way around it.

in which a girl with an unhealthy love for starbursts and a boy whose hair has been accidentally dyed purple meet at a pharmacy and end up trapped

Awsten Knight is a loud-mouthed asshole who wears skirts, seemingly couldn't give a fuck, and can pack a goddamn punch. Geoff Wigington is a fairly reserved punk kid who although has been through some shit, still manages to shut up and sit tight - unless of course, you're being an annoying prick. The first time the two collide isn't the meet-cute that everyone in teen movies dream of, involving an extra-large slurpee, a pleated skirt and a giant bruise. However, instead of the original choice to just ignore and push past it, they're forcibly re-acquainted through a class project that accounts for 20% of their grade. Maybe overtime they would mutually agree that one another isn't so bad - or maybe they wouldn't.

welcome to block f, a place where you can make a hole in your wall just by punching it. cover by @misfit_logan

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours