In a world of black and white, Scott meets Mitch. In a world of black and white, you only see color when you meet your soulmate. In this world of black and white, what happens when you don't know if your "soulmate" is seeing the same color you are?

I'm in the wrong bed. I guess that means I'm on tour. I could have sworn tour ended a week ago, but I'm too tired to figure that out right now. I clutch my vaguely familiar hotel pillow closer and squeeze my eyes against the morning light. My arms feel small. My whole body seems wrong, like the gap from a missing tooth. My alarm sounds and I jab at my iPhone. Eight in the morning, the little screen tells me. What happened to my phone? Why am I using my old one? How did I even get here?

A short story of Scott and Alex's first encounters. Set in the present.

"Make him remember you. Every day. Do something that will make him fall for you. Be yourself, and captivate him." "Surprise him. Make him fall in love with you, just like he can make you fall in love with him in less than a day. Give him something to talk about when he's old and reflects on life... about the night that his forgetful boy took him by surprise." "Falling for someone is a scary thing, but it makes it a whole lot better when someone is holding your hand through it all."

My name is Scott Hoying. My life has been anything but boring, so I thought I'd share it. Because it's worth remembering.

K.O. is a marvel. How does he do it? Just, wow. There's a fanfiction category and a nonfiction category, but where is the fannonfiction category?

Mitch has a superior olfactory sense and a good memory for scents. There is however one scent that he simultaneously craves and wants to forget, the scent of a boy he used to love. Prompted by Mitch's tweet: "I know a fragrance is gonna work 4 me when it smells like a boy I was/would be in love with."

A collection of one shots, drabbles, poems, lyrics, and such. Will contain smut, angst, fluff, whatever I'm feeling like. Mostly Scomiche, some Kavi. I take requests. <3