Welcome Home, Mick BoyxBoy

Welcome Home, Mick BoyxBoy

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Oliver Simmons was Mick Taylor's punching bag when they were younger. For the past four years, Mick has been living in New York with his boyfriend, Brad. But after another horrific fight and long court trial, and just barely getting himself out of a year in prison, Mick is returning back home to Sacramento, California under the watchful eye of his parents. He arrives just in time for the annual summer stay at their beach house. The Taylor's sharing the beach house with family friends, the Simmons. After Oliver hears the horrible news about Mick's return, he refuses to let Mick push him around like always. Oliver's new attitude toward Mick has everyone in the house on edge as Mick struggles not to punch the kid in the face. Emotions resurface and new discoveries are made this summer.
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“What is your problem?! LEAVE ME ALONE!” I screeched. I was tired of this and couldn't hold it in. He’s been doing this for a whole year. A WHOLE YEAR. It was the last day and I had nothing to lose from this sudden outburst anyway. I was ecstatic that it was almost summer vacation. I’m going to go to my aunt’s place in Philadelphia and live there for the rest of the summer – AWAY from Dylan and his friends here in Massachusetts. “Never, baby. Wherever you are, I’ll be there.” He sent me one last smirk and left the cafeteria, filing out along with the rest of the students. ♣ “I’ll miss you, sweetie.” “I’ll miss you too, mom. See you in September.” And with that, I closed my suitcase for the last time in Massachusetts and prepared for a peaceful, serene summer in Philadelphia. ♣ “Dylan?!” I shrieked as my glasses drooped down the bridge of my nose. “Abby…?” He sounded unsure as he studied my face and features a bit more. “What are you doing here?” “I should be asking you that,” I stated bluntly while readjusting my glasses. “Oh you silly kids. We already told you. We’re living together!” Elaine announced again. I almost barfed.

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