What.They.Were

What.They.Were

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Megan and Carl/Carl and Megan. A package deal, that's What They Were. Everyone knew that. People said they would slowly grow apart OR they would fall in love and ruin their friendship forever. Why? Because a Boy & a Girl cant be Just Friends. Well Megan & Carl proved everyone wrong. They made it through sandboxes, through grade school, and even through puberty without falling OUT of sync, or falling IN love. In high school they grew into 2 wildly different teenagers, but they did so together. As best friends-despite their contrasting life styles. Then came Junior year...WARNING:If you think this ends with the 2 of them finding love in each other's arms, you dont know Carl and Megan. If you think this story will consist of the 2 fighting it out, only to make up in the end, you dont know Megan and Carl. And if you think there's a chance the 2 will end up happy and sober and both still alive, you dont know anything. Megan and Carl/Carl and Megan What.They.Were
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* TRIGGER WARNING* there may or may not be parts of this book that people may find upsetting. It talks about mental illness. Also it talks about religion so if any of these things may trigger you then I recommenced not reading this. However feel free to talk to me because I'm hear to support y'all. 16-year-old Matthew is on the lengthy journey of self-acceptance and discovery. How will he cope with a rising taste for a blonde boy who managed the earth on his fingertips like crushed berries. Will he learn to love himself? Or will he allow his doubt to control him and his sprouting relationship? "Taste me in crimson so that when we taste no more, when age will turn our buds sour and memories hazy, that I have hope to scour my letterbox and find you wrapped pristine silk, next to an image of June. Within your eyes, euphoric." Acknowledgements 1# slice of life 15/01/21 23# closeted 15/01/21

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