Author has written 50 stories for General, Life, War, Love, Family, Haiku, Romance, Young Adult, and Friendship.
It's gonna get worse, before it gets better ... before it gets worse. Life really is like a rollercoaster, so make the most of the good times while you can, and when you're feeling down, just remember that time is a healer and it will get better, if you try.
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CalypsoDreaming is an eighteen-year-old female student living in the UK.
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It's A Beautiful World
Summary: Josh Hardgrove is now the new school leader, and he’s pretty happy with this new status. The girls and the power alone are worth it, but to stay ‘cool’, he needs to pick a victim, someone to harass every day in school for the rest of the year… enter Paris Benton, with his stupid emo haircut and eyeliner, the little music prodigy, the boy who Josh has always secretly resented … SLASH.
WARNINGS: Rated M. Homosexuality, heterosexuality, sexism, homophobia, violence, bad language and written in a first person POV of an incredibly arrogant, homophobic, chauvinistic, fairly mysoginistic, fairly violent, fairly narcisstic persona ... a.k.a a teenage guy.
Teaser: “Yeah, what are you anyway, his boyfriend or something?” I asked, walking forward a bit. “I mean, you’re practically attached at the hip, can’t you let lover-boy speak for himself?” I smirked.
Liam just gave me a bit of a dirty look and snapped, “No, I’m not his boyfriend,” so I raised my eyebrows, about to ask if Liam’s face wanted to meet my fist, when Paris rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever, Josh.”
He seemed to be saying that a lot these days, even though he knew that I was responsible for all the people who mocked him and taunted him around school.
He was always so damn calm and unaffected.
My lip curled without my even trying as I glanced down at what he was wearing. A black band T-shirt with some crappy emo band name, probably, and black trousers … how original and un-emo of him, I thought sarcastically.
Maybe this guy needed another reminder of my power …
“Hey man,” Rupert hit Lance on the arm lightly and I didn’t get why, until I saw Rupert’s not-too-subtle head jerk towards Alison. Rupert leant into me and whispered, “Dude, maybe you should checking her out so blatantly, she doesn’t look too happy!”
“Uh-huh,” I grinned and nodded, until I realised that I hadn’t been checking out Alison, and had actually just been checking out … no, not checking out, urgh, not like that, I mean just checking what Emo-I mean, Paris, was wearing.
Man, it looked like I was checking him out? Gross! What the heck is wrong with Rupert, it’s not like I regard Paris the same way I look at Alison!
Rule One: Don’t Fall In Love With Your Co-Star
Summary: For Hayden Gerald, it’s pretty hard being a semi-famous soap opera actor who has a thing for his straight, oblivious co-star. It doesn’t get any easier when he and his crush are taken hostage and are held for ransom by someone from Hayden’s past. Slash.
WARNINGS: Bad language, homosexuality, heterosexuality, some violence, mentions of sex.
Teaser: “Hey, Hayden. What’s going on?” Ste asked casually, quirking an eyebrow.
Hayden gaped at his friend and tried to remember how to breathe. What was going on? What was going on? What was going was there was a gun pointed at him, and now Ste was down here, and Ste could get hurt, and he was sounding so damn casual and this was not happening, this was not, because although Hayden acted in a soap opera he didn’t live in one!
“Oh,” the voice behind him was knowing and laced with innuendo, “so it’s like that, is it?”
Hayden spun around, eyes wide, and realised that the guy had the gun hidden behind his back, which was … good, Hayden told himself, trying to calm his heartbeat down, which he suddenly realised was going too damn fast, it was good, because that meant that the gun was meant for him and not for Ste. It meant that Ste had a chance to get out of this, even if Hayden didn’t.
Ste probably hadn’t even realised what the guy had been implying, he was just so straight, but Hayden felt like he had to answer, had to make it known, because the guy standing in front of him could be crazy at times (though as far as Hayden knew, he’d never shown signs of being this crazy before) and he didn’t want to risk Ste getting hurt.
“No, it’s not like that,” he said, a little breathlessly, shaking his head, before realising that might look like too much of a denial. And how ironic would it be if he got himself and Ste shot because, for once, for some reason, a crazy guy mistook them for the couple that they were not?
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