I don't like Fish Fingers

I don't like Fish Fingers

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Scott Robertson isn't like the other boys. And he doesn't mind. In fact, he's quite content being different. While the others may slag him for his unique ginger hair and purple beanie hat, along with is very peculiar characteristics, he takes pride in being himself. But if only he could tell them that. Scott has speech problems. He can't manage more than a few words at a time. However, he has a signature sentence.."I don't like fish fingers." Neither he, nor anyone else knows why he says it, he just...does. His single mother tries to help him learn to speak by using her artistic and musical abilities, which in some ways helps Scott to express himself where words can't. As different events and difficulties arise, will Scott be able to win over the girl he has fallen in love with? Will all the questions be revealed when he discovers the secret behind his past?
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"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

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