Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

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It was Tate and his father against the world after the loss of his mother, but Tate wasn't too pleased with living with him after two months. With alcohol in his veins and lust in his eyes, he gave up hope on everything and everyone. When Tate visited his mother's grave one day, he met a boy around his age, telling the history of the trees in the cemetery. Tate thought the boy, Oakley, was simply eccentric, but something was different, maybe even magical, about him. All Tate ever wanted was to be alone. All Oakley ever wanted was to be alive. *Title used to be The Tree Boy* summary edited by: @-avalynn-
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If his sixteen years experience has taught Mikey Alston only one thing, it's this: Life is too damn cruel to face alone... The ice took our car off the road. The tree wrecked it. Tate and I didn't make it out unscathed. My parents didn't make it out alive... I was eleven, and that's the day my whole world was ripped away from me. My brother, David, was twenty-one. All the family I had left, I needed him. He didn't need me. David sent me away. Packed me off far across the country from my hometown in Devon - from Tate and everything I'd ever known, to live with grandparents I'd never known. Six years is a long time. But now I'm back. (Not through choice. Not mine, anyway). And Tate's still here. Only... he's not the boy I left behind. He won't speak to me. Won't speak to anyone. The one upshot of my return to a life I no longer fit and he's letting me down spectacularly. Well, Tate, here's the thing: I'm not giving up on you. I'm not everybody else. You can't shut me out. You need me - we need each other. And we will be friends again. Best friends. I'm decided. It's decided.

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