Ordinary Life (MxM) ✔

Ordinary Life (MxM) ✔

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Aug 17, 20267h 41m
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Ballet is all that matters to Andres. When he has to leave the ballet academy and spend a year in a regular high school, he thinks his life is over. Then, somehow, he manages to get singled out by the school's very own punk band. Before that, Andres has only known them by reputation: the mouthy Fox, the ice queen Zoey, the gym rat Edvin, and Oliver King. The drop-dead gorgeous and talented but rude and scornful Oliver, who everyone treats like a deity. Andres wasn't even planning on making friends, so romance should have been out of the question. Yet, he might be just what Oliver needs, and Andres doesn't mind having him around nearly as much as he thought he did. As it turns out, there's more to life than ballet. But then, Andres' prison sentence away from the ballet academy is over. He doesn't want to leave Oliver behind, but it's alright, because Oliver promised to call and text him every day. Only, he never does. Eight years later, Andres has given up on love and his dream to become a professional ballet dancer, and Oliver is the lead singer of a famous rock band. He's also freshly out of rehab and making his comeback with a song about Andres. A song, in which he reveals the reason for his radio silence. So, here's the million dollar question: Is it too late to start again?
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