WISHBONE: Chords & Collars
Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard).
Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends.
Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message.
They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously.
But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted.
He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it.
SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't.
Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided,
and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored.
Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit.
A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't.
Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum.
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⚠ gentle heads-up!
This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language.
Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡
(Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!)
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just a tiny disclaimer:
This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻
