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Cheating is wrong. Luke knows this. Sleeping with your ex? Luke knows it's even worse. But falling in love with your best friend's boyfriend? It's the worst deed imaginable.

"why do you like water so much?" "it reminds me that i have the option of drowning and escaping this life."

"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.

When Troye is admitted to a psychiatric ward following a suicide attempt, the only thing he wants is to get discharged as soon as possible. The last thing he expects to find is a friend, let alone anything more. If there's one thing he learns, it's to never judge a book by it's cover. And to never take life too seriously, or take anything for granted. [Some content may be triggering - trigger warnings will be included at the beginning of any chapters including this kind of content.] Highest Rank: #155

The hate is starting to get to Troye and he doesn't know how much longer he can take it. Starts just before the SYDNYE party and I tried to base this around actual events that happened but if I don't get it 100% right please don't come for me. *~*TRIGGER WARNING*~* This story deals with self harm and eating disorders, if this will affect you negatively in any way please don't read it xx I'm not great at descriptions but give it a go, yea? x

Connor Franta: an 18 year old orphan who escaped his foster home at 14 and has been on the run with a group of nationally-known teen criminals ever since. Then he gets caught. Waking up in a prison facility, Connor realizes why La Crescent, Minnesota holds the birthplace of his nightmares. He will learn why that so called "nightmare" was the last day of his childhood and how his father changed everything. Not to mention beginning high school life for the first time as a senior on probation and what happens when he runs into a certain blue eyed boy. Rated M for dark themes and explicit language 43.684k words | #62 in Tronnor *I wrote this a few years ago so please excuse small grammar and story holes every now and then*

Every relationship begins in the first nanosecond. It introduces itself in a minute, and sets in by the the hour. A new day is a spectacle by it's lonesome, let alone with six following. Seven consecutive sets of twenty-four hours, waking up next to him and falling asleep in his arms. One-hundred and sixty-eight hours of scatter-plot kisses. Six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds of just being his. Troye and Connor cannot predict the ups and downs and discoveries made during their first week as boyfriends, but they live it like it'll be the best ten thousand and eighty minutes of their lives.

What if you could hear them? The thoughts they deigned not reasonable enough to say out loud, the things not suitable for even a giggly teenage gossip conversation. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Troye, the unlucky teenager bestowed with this 'gift', thinks of it as a curse, with good reason. Do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship with someone when you know exactly what they think of you? Impossible. It's impossible. Or at least that's what Troye thinks, considering he's given up on even trying to make it work. He's different, people shun different. People hate different. And it's better to go under the radar, to be nothing, than to be hated. Right? Tyler, on the other hand, has taken a different approach to a similar problem. No, he can't 'read minds', but he does have a part of himself he doesn't want a soul to know about. He's quarterback, every girl's dream guy, an academic mastermind, and he's also gay. He's seen how different kids get treated, hell, he's been the one to treat them that way before. Why on Earth would he ever wish that on himself? No, it's easier to hide, to be someone you're not, than to be hated. Right?