Based on the movie "Tom Boy" ©Ronibigstan ™ All Rights Reserved This book was written and published between 2014 and 2015. In no way does this reflect my current writing style. I leave this specific word up only for nostalgic purposes and out of respect for those that truly enjoyed it. I've advanced my writing style since my early Wattpad years and recommend that you read newer works. There are many errors pertaining to grammar and plot consistency. You have been warned. - Author

I went to Brazil wishing to hook up with as many straight men as I could find but a gay tourist with a nice butt was all I got.

"If he scolds, I shall tell him that he sings as sweetly as a bird. If he frowns, I'll say he looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. If he will not speak a word, I shall say how well he talks. If he tells me to be gone, I shall thank him as if he had asked me to stay a week. Let him scold as loudly as a thunderstorm I shall still make him love me."

"everyone who works with the kittens has to wear kitty ears," harry was holding out the absurd piece of materiel for louis to take. "how about you wear those and i'll get the leash and collar for you," louis rolled his eyes. "and then i can pull you around," he gasped sarcastically. "we could even go for a walk. would you like that harold?" he looked up to see harry gaping at him, his face bright red. louis mimicked his expression before shaking his head and turning to pick up one of the tiny cats. he waited seven whole seconds before turning around only to find harry in the exact same position. "what's wrong?" louis frowned at him and harry's eyes went from the floor to meet louis'. his face hadn't changed from it's shocked expression and he was still as red as a tomato. "harry, what is it?" louis snapped. a few seconds later louis was snatching the cheap piece of garbage from his hand. "fine i'll wear them dammit."

"in the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel..."

louis is simply a hipster. but, he likes girl's clothing. so. anyway; harry is an indie style boy who is mostly seen driving around the town in his beat up truck (it's endearing), or sitting in the back of the local library, his face hidden by a book and his - classic - fedora. when they - inevitably - meet, it is by louis slamming into a surprised, and clumsy harry. once louis has ran off, harry notices the lipstick smear on his shirt, and finds that he can't get it to wash out... but that's okay, because he considers it to be a work of art.

[COMPLETED] ❝What are you going to paint?❞ ❝You.❞ -_-_- The one where Zayn is a homeless street artist and Liam is a successful business man. Zayn decides to color his life outside the lines. And while he does that, Liam finds out that there's more to Zayn's art than he had thought. [#107 in fanfiction] Copyright © 2014-2015 || boytoys

"He's the type of boy who has the power to take your heart and shatter it into a million pieces and take every organ out of your body and empty your veins onto the bathroom floor but damn if you ever get the chance to be held I swear you will never feel more full."

" rule number one, never trust a slut. " or where fucking a twink with an abnormal kink can put you through hell with multiple twists and turns. ♥ completed.