Thorn Wilde

I love writing Amy. I, like many authors I could name, have a tendency to put characters in my story who are, kind of, the voice of the author. I think in this story, that's Amy for me. She says a lot of what I'm thinking. She's also very similar to many of my friends, as well.

Michael is very empathetic. He's good and finding out what people need. It's my favourite thing about them. Sometimes think I'm making him a bit too perfect, though.

I woke up on my sixteenth birthday with Daniel’s warm body in my arms. His back was snuggled up to my front, and from this vantage point it would be so easy, so effortless, to kiss the back of his neck, or his earlobe. Then I realised that we were holding hands. His hand was small in mine, his skin warm and soft, and I couldn’t help but gently squeeze it. That seemed to wake him, and I quickly disentangled my fingers from his, but otherwise stayed still. ‘Morning,’ I said as he emitted a

One can only hope. Thanks for reading!

CHAPTER SEVEN Post Blue Nick felt hot, and he felt electric, and he felt horny. He’d been dancing with Brian, grinding against him, making out, feeling so, so good. He’d had a few cocktails, and the pill he had taken had made him feel all fuzzy. The beat of the music pounded in his ears, creating intense colours in his mind. It was like he could taste it. He wanted to touch everyone. And then Dave had been there, right there, his Dave. Kissing someone else, but that didn’t matt

Yes, things certainly seem to be looking up a bit at the moment. Thanks for your comments!

Drugs are rarely if ever a good thing. Thanks for reading!

I'm sorry! I promise there's a silver lining!

CHAPTER SIX Kitty Litter ‘You’re really going away the whole weekend?’ asked Zoë over the phone. Nick sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. ‘I need a break. And I want to see Brian. It’ll be good for me to get away from Windfield for a couple of days.’ ‘Well,’ she said, ‘I know there’s not much I can do to stop you, short of having Richard arrest you or something.’ Nick laughed. ‘No need for that, I hope. Look, I know you worry, but I can take care of myself. We’

Yeah, they're both pretty ill equipped for this situation. Mostly, I think they both feel like if they talk to each other, things will get worse than they are already, especially for Nick. Thanks for reading and commenting!

Well, he wasn't exactly outed. In a high school setting, gay is an insult, it's something you say even if you don't actually think someone's gay. When I was in secondary school, a guy in my class was pissed at a buddy of mine, and he made a website with my friend's picture and actual phone number on it, basically saying, 'Call this number for a fuck.' We were fourteen at the time, I think. This was during the 02/03 school year. My friend wasn't gay, that wasn't the point. The point was to punish him. First time I encountered cyber bullying. Daniel is still scared, and confused, and terrified of losing his friends. And he's afraid of Loz. So while you're perfectly right that he should be telling people, should tell Michael or Mr. Griffiths, or anyone, he doesn't understand that yet. Thank you for such a reflected comment!

When I woke up in Michael’s room I wasn’t sure where I was at first, only that I felt warm and comfortable and safe. It took seeing his bare chested self framed in the doorway to the bathroom, the light casting a glow around him like some kind of halo, to fully comprehend and believe that I had actually slept in his bed. No one had ever been kind to me the way he had before. When he told me that I was safe with him, I believed him. When he hugged me, it felt so good I could hardly stand it.

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Glad you're enjoying it! ❤️

Thank you, George!

Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it, in spite of the grim subject matter. Also good to see someone who has a marginally less damning opinion of Loz, though I quite understand that people hate him. I'm not too fond of him either, at the moment.

Like I said, I enjoy interacting with readers, and art is definitely a dialogue between creator and consumer. I love that intimacy, as you describe it. Thick skin or no, however, sometimes you get a reader that's just too rude to gracefully ignore... No such thing as caring too much. I'm also a bit of a perfectionist. After a lot of mishaps with unfinished stories being left unfinished for too long, I too have decided not to start posting a new story until it's finished. I want at least a decent full draft and a good portion of it edited before I start posting. I still have one story that I started posting before it was done, however, and so as not to leave my readers waiting too long, I'm continuing to post it, though I'm still several chapters ahead.

Everyone's so angry with Nick right now. I'm glad to see a more nuanced opinion. He's been very, very stupid, but that doesn't mean he's a terrible person, and as you say, he's seventeen. He's intellectually mature, but emotionally, not so much. He's a lot like me at that age, except I didn't fall into that pit. Thank you for your insightful comments!

CHAPTER FIVE Happy You're Gone Dave was not exactly hungover when he woke up the next day, but he felt very tired and just a little bit shaky. Matt, however, was in a right state, and vomited twice before he was able to give the others a hand with the cleaning effort. Even then he whined and moaned and was demonstratively unwell, until Alan agreed to take him home, rolling his eyes. ‘You’re an idiot,’ he told Matt, helping him on with his jacket. ‘You know you get like this, an

Thank you! Glad you're reading it.

Griffiths is certainly an observant individual, and a kind one. He gets his students in ways that a lot of the other teachers don't. Thank you for reading my story and sharing your thoughts! Makes me glad to know that people come to care for my characters.

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. The next book is already being posted. It is complete, so I'll be posting chapters every other day or so. Thank you for your comment! It warms the heart.

I think the key phrase I put into this chapter was, 'How could I ever look at him again, after what we’d done?' After what we had done. Loz doesn't quite yet understand how he is forcing himself on Daniel. In his mind, Daniel is just as responsible for this as he is. Which, of course, is utter bollocks.

He really doesn't. Poor Daniel. Thank you for taking the time to comment!