No one ever told Xavior that love would hurt. No one ever told Xavior that love would be like falling off a cliff and flying at the same time. No one ever told Xavior that love was like a slap to the face- And a kiss on the cheek. No one ever told Xavior this. And I'm pretty sure they're all sorry they didn't. From rainy days of love, to the sadness of the sun, is anyone ever really okay? *** NOTE: 2nd book to the Very Gay Umbrella
5 parts