Stannie

There we have my most faithfull follower again <3. I'll try to get a chapter 2 done, but the Others has priority right now Thank you for the review!

This story is about Ryan, a very straightforward boy that goes on vacation with his mother. He then sees a pompous family getting on the same flight as him. He hates those rich families, especially the kids who never had to do anything in their lives. But, could certain circumstances change his opinion about that family? We'll see.

It’s finally summer. That means a lot of sun, no school and, best of all, vacation. And that starts… right now! I’m about to get on a plane to Aruba with my mom. My dad and sister are going on vacation as well, but they’re going to Paris. That probably sounds weird, but itś kind of a tradition in our family. We always split up for one week, to get some quality time. After the week we get together and go another week to a campsite. I’m already looking forward to that. “I’ll go to the little shop

I rode home really fast, intrigued to discover what my father had written in that letter which was folded up in my pocket. “Dear Sandra, I’m terribly sorry for what happened, for what I did. You should know that I cannot ever forgive myself for what happened and that writing to you is the only way I can think of to show my regret. The letter is not anonymous, I have signed it, so you can choose whether you want to bring charges or not. I want you to know I never inten

Thank you a lot! It's a tough topic indeed, but your support is pulling me through it, thanks!

For some reason you always manage to see what's coming next. Did I somewhere mention that (exact) quote "before you love anyone you have to love yourself". That's exactly what will be in the next chapter (teasers!). Thank you for the review!

His hand isn’t on mine anymore, but we both know I won’t stop now. But I do... I stop myself and Codey dead. I just stop moving my hand. It earns me a questioning look from Codey. “We shouldn’t rush things,” I tell him. “Rush what?” He looks pretty disappointed. “Us... This.” I give a little squeeze on his junk. “Hmmm,” he replies. Please don’t ask why I’m doing this. I’m not sure. I think I want to lay here with him, not doing anything. That’s a good thing, right? It means I really enjoy b

It’s Thursday morning, I’m still in bed even though school started a few hours ago. It doesn’t matter anymore, if I go or not, or whether I can think of a good excuse for not going. School is almost finished, after today there's only one more day to go. The teachers are waiting for that moment as well, no one would think of checking for students who are skipping school. Even if they did check for it, I don’t care. I can’t deal with the real world right now. I need time for myself. I need to put

I don’t think I ever heard of a word that describes what I’m feeling right now. It feels like I betrayed myself. I feel confused. I feel like a mess. Betraying yourself feels dirty, you know? When you don’t plan to do something, but you still do it, you feel like you are messing with your soul. I didn’t want to kiss him, he is my step brother for god’s sake! I ran away after the kiss. I left the boy confused. I won’t ever be able to fix this. I can’t speak to him anymore, not without explaining

When I saw the word mooi, I was just pulled towards it. That couldn't be another word than the Dutch word Mooi, so that's why I just had to read it. And it's truly mooi! I love your style and many parts made me glimlachen, so shoutout to you. I'll be looking forward to the next chapters! I am wondering though if you shouldn't put the translation of the Dutch words you use behind them, only the first time. After you introduced the word people will know, but I think not all words are understandable when you just look at the context. But I can't really know for sure of course, because I understand the words. Keep up the good work! Stannie

Thank you for your review, I'm glad you liked it! I'll try to upload the next chapter in 3 or 4 days

I really don’t know what to do, how to act when I see Codey again. To be honest, I never thought about him as someone who watches porn, but I guess all guys do, right? I always thought of him as a decent boy, a boy who prioritizes his feelings and his impulses. But I was wrong. The problem is, next week school is over. If I don’t speak to Codey for two months we’ll never get the same bond we had ‘til yesterday. This really is the worst timing for me to find out he watches gay porn. But… it’s rea

There is an awkward silence. Codey is too scared to even look at me and I… I don’t know what to say. I’m not used to being speechless. For some reason I’m happy. Codey is gay! He likes men! At least, he probably does. I can’t think of another reason for him to watch gay porn. Hell, even I don’t watch it, I don’t like it at all, but I do like men. So if he watches it, it can’t mean anything else. Right? The idea I dismissed not long ago comes back. Can this mean I could start to like Codey? My

“Why are we forced to take Mr. Hampleton’s classes,” I hear Marc complaining as I approach them. It’s been a while since I joined them during breaks and I haven’t missed it a bit. They’re always complaining about school and that makes me wonder why, if they hate it so much, they still go. I showed them how easy it is to skip classes, right? So why would they still go and even worse, blame me for not going? There are even those kind of students, luckily none of those are part of the others, who w

Shit. Tyde is home. I totally forgot! What now? Tyde was at my dad's house, he went there to fight with him, what if he saw Codey. No, that couldn’t have happened, because then Codey would’ve known his dad has another child, right? If he knew that he would've told me. But still, Tyde just called me Adam. How can I solve that? I can see Codey's looking confused. I grab his arm and pull him outside. “I’m sorry,” I say as I keep pushing him away from the house. “Who is Adam?” he asks. “A friend

I feel bad. No, I feel worse than bad. Telling Sam about Yuri felt good at first, but I think I’m not really the sort of person who talks about themself. Every time someone finds out about some part of me, whether I told them or not, I get a weird feeling in my stomach. It's like I accidently showed someone my face without wearing a mask. I can’t have people find out about me, about my desires, my feelings and my past. I don’t think Yuri traumatised me, I think I've been like this my whole life.

Ow god, I need to stop her. I’m fucking this up, right? But how… Sam pushes me down on my bed. I can’t let her do this. Is she only doing this to proof I’m not gay? Should I feel offended? “Sam…” I say. “Shhh.” “No Sam, you… we… can’t do this.” “If it feels good, then…” “No,” I interrupt her. “I start to believe it doesn’t work that way.” Finally her hand stops rubbing me. I immediately regret asking her to stop, but I know it was the best thing to do. “I’m very confused, Sam.” “Why?” she

Then this story is clearly not for you

My head is still hurting when I hear the phone. It’s very early, at least that’s how it feels, but I don’t have time to check the clock, the phone is ringing in my already sore ears and demanding I answer it. I sigh as I answer the phone, I don’t even want to move it close to my ear, knowing it would only hurt more. So I listen to the soft voice through the crappy speaker. “Adam,” it's Sam’s voice. “Yeah,” I snarl. “Adam. How are you feeling?” I glance at the clock before answering. Half pas

Yah, I know the story is very confusing, I have the exact same feeling about the story. I can imagine you're not sure about continuing, I probably would think the same. My purpose of this story is to describe a confusing person. Adam knows he is confusing, but he can't help it. You say Adam doesn't come off as the type to get drunk, but I can assure you; this story is pretty much based on a real one. So it's not that unrealistic as it sometimes seems to be. Adam just has a very... uhm... changing personality. I promise though, it'll all get less confusing. Adam will go on this vacation on his own, like he planned in some of my chapters. This vacaction is for him a way to clear his head and hopefully for me a way to clear yours

I'm glad you like it! Hopefully you'll like the next chapters as well

Nice story, Comsie! It's almost too awkward to read. Let's hope we don't have to wait too long for the next chapter, I'd like to know where this is going Stannie

“Hey AB, Suppose I say I wrote this blog to tell people around me I don’t feel like being with them. I wanted to tell them I’m not always comfortable around them. There was one person in particular, I wanted to make sure this person knew me a little better, but then something happened. I don’t want to go into details, partly because I’m sure you don’t want me to, but I kinda like this person a lot, but now it suddenly seems as if I won’t be liked back. So now I don’t want them to know I feel

You are absolutely right. I actually already saw that stupid mistake, but I totally forgot to change it to "Adam" before uploading it. After that I kept thinking about a certain mistake I had to change, but I forgot in what chapter. So thank you! I like hearing your theories about how the story could evolve, in this and previous reviews. It makes me how we would say in Dutch "gniffle" (chuckle) at the realisation how wrong you are, heheheh. Thank you for your reviews. It encourages me to keep on writing! Stannie

Hey Lisa, Thank you for your review. Reviews motivate me to write! Adam and Tyde's mom have enough experience with Tyde running away, that's why they don't call the police anymore. As to his blog, sometimes it's good you don't understand it, right? The blogs aren't supposed to be the one truth, it's about Adam's opinion. When I read other stories on GA, I always noticed authors explicitly telling where it is happening. Mostly in the US, of course, but even if they tell me the state, I'd have to google it in order to know where it really is. I never felt a need to google it, so it made me wonder if it really is necessary where a story is happening. That's why I decided to not write about the country or place where it is happening. I don't even know myself. As to the last part of your question, the date on the paper is clearly a mistake. I make many of those mistakes, so thank you for pointing it out! Stannie