(WARRIOR CATS IS OWNED BY ERIN HUNTER. MEADOWKIT[paw/breeze] AND THORNFROST BELONGS TO ME.) ~~~ Hello! My name's Meadowkit. Thornfrost thinks I'm pretty. He's really nice! But... Then.. Why..? (COMPLETE!)

Jeremy Heere wasn't always a psychopath bent on killing anybody that talked to his boyfriend. Especially if they were his friends. But that changed Everything changed the day Michael needed protection. WARNING: Contains murder death blood dismemberment manipulation swearing loss of internal organs drug use for sedation Mentions of other musicals(not rlly a warning but...yeah) This is an AU, not suitable for younger audiences, and Jeremy and Michael are OOC but that's due to the nature of this story

A Jeremy and Michael story for all you shippers out there. Two boys made for each other (in one way or another) will have to navigate the hardships and triumphs of love, friendship, school, and sexuality; all part of being a teen. (Wow, when did this get so cliche?) Keep in mind that this is a pretty clean book, as I feel the need to accommodate for some of my readers. There will be no smut (though I can hook you up with some 😉 lol), and no heavy cursing. A fair amount of angst though. Enjoy! 😘✍️🏳️‍🌈 {The first chapters are kinda gross, writing wise. But it does get better, I swear!} Has been #1 in Boyf!

Requests are open! Gay, happy, sad, whatever. Just random rewrites of lyrics from musicals I used to be obsessed with. Still am, a bit. It's been four years since I've made this book. It's full of memories- not all of which I'm proud of, but they're memories. According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.