*COMPLETED* (Y.O.L.O stands for: YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE) *** Carter Jones, the school nerd, and Killian Henderson, the reputated troublemaker, somehow end up getting detention together. "How about we make a bet?" Offered Killian, his pistachio-green eyes drilling into mine as a playful smile lingered on his lips. "A bet?" I gulped, intimidated by how close he was sitting next to me. He nodded and raised four fingers, the ones with the letters "Y.O.L.O" tattooed on them, wriggling them in front of me with his ever-so-confident grin. "Four dares, Jones, just you and me." And that's how it all started. *** Rankings: #fiction #featured #queer #gay #depression #bl #youngadult #featured #comedy #bisexual #manxman #teen fiction #boyxboy #bxb #LGBT #romance Cover designed by Holly Thurston

Rainier 'Rain' Laurent is a 17 year old gay in high school. His life is ordinary, except he's plagued by nightmares of a car accident that happened a year prior, leaving him heartbroken and hating himself. Ryan Cyrus is a 19 year old closet-bisexual whose life has been described as 'going nowhere'. Due to a mistake that happened a few years prior and the subsequent loss of his parents, he is unable to move forward. Rain and Ryan meet when Ryan moves to town and attends Rain's high school. There is an undeniable connection between them, which leads to lots of tensions and accusations. They are obviously attracted to each other, but can they help each other move on from the things that are haunting them? Can they help each other start over again? They both have secrets, and one of them may be too much to handle.

Nathan Bone is the guy that has everything; a rich dad, a nice car, a future within sports, and a phone full of contacts. He's got everything you could ever want, but when he meets Jonathan Meade all he wants is to be with him. The closet, however, is not meant for two. - This is just what it says it is. It's a remake of Playing for the Other Team because let's be real. The quality of writing in the first one is... what it is. I wrote it when I was 15 and I'm definitely not 15 anymore. I know people have been asking for more Nathan and Jonathan and while this is the same story, it's wildly different from the first version. I hope you enjoy :)

**THIS IS AN OLD VERSION OF THE STORY** **PLEASE READ THE "BEFORE YOU READ" FOR MORE INFORMATION** Nathan Bone is the prime example of a popular guy. Team captain of the basketball team, handsome, rich and capable of getting any girl he'd ever want. The only problem is that he doesn't really want just any girl. In fact, he doesn't want any girl at all since he's not really 'playing for that team'. It's surprisingly easy being in the closet even when you're popular but that is bound to change when he runs into Jonathan Meade - the boy who's almost invisible to everyone but him.

when harry starts at a new school for his senior year, he's determined to hide his sexuality from his classmates. then he meets his best friends, and everything changes -- for better, for worse, and for complicated. (or: two teenage boys come to terms with who they are and who they can be when they're together.) [August 2018-October 2020] word count: 65,000 words trigger warnings: bullying, minor violence, homophobic language, self harm, mentions of rape, emotional abuse, domestic neglect

Ethan's the cool guy. He's a painter and he works at a coffee shop. Obviously he's the broke one too, but he enjoys life anyways. He's got some great friends named Sarah and Jackson. They're always there for him and he couldn't ask for anything more. That is until he meets Isaac. Isaac is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He's also the sweetest guy. He takes care of Ethan's needs, all of them. But Ethan can't help, but think it's to good to be true. Everyone has some downfall, some secret, what's his?

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.

(Book 2 of HomeLess) Domino has always lived his life exactly the way he's wanted to. No one ever stood in his way or bothered to intervene. Unfortunately, his possessive, aggressive, and down-right nasty way of treating people has finally landed him in the big house... And people aren't nearly as easy to berate behind bars.

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.