Superstar

Alex Wild is 19 and has the voice of an angel and the face of one, too. Tall, handsome, and a pop-star- many rumoured that he would soon be the artist to break the charts and take over the music business entirely. His jet-black hair would always be dishevelled and sticking out in all directions, particularly over his grey, startlingly dark, kind eyes. He influenced people to be true to themselves, to everyone else, too, and to reach out when anyone needed help. Alex was a masterpiece of humanity: kindness in a handsome bottle. But he was hiding a secret that he couldn't bare to share with anyone else- a fear of being judged and blown off by everyone he knew and loved. Alex didn't want anyone to know that he was more than people thought him to be.

Christopher Night was a street boy. A street rat. A homeless man. With his pale blue hair, his sad eyes to match and his delightful charm, you'd never really suspect that he'd just swiped your Rolex and the keys to your BMW. Starved, but he didn't look it. Tall, with dark tattoos twining around his incredibly pale and malnourished arms and chest, almost everyone he met wanted him, so it was easy to find someplace to sleep for the night... However, never did he think that one night he'd find himself awaking to the sight of a naked Alex Wild peacefully snoring besides him.

If you want some romance, some action, some lemons and a duck or two then read this because I think I'm probably gonna feature this stuff in this story.