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Kitt Wellington moved into Lakehurst on a Wednesday afternoon in the middle of seventh grade—the kind of gray, cool day when the lake smelled like rain and earth, and the neighborhood kids were stuck inside finishing leftover winter homework. Most people didn’t notice the new moving truck on Willow Creek Drive. Matt Everest did. He had just finished tossing a football into the air in his front yard, practicing spirals out of pure muscle memory, when a small blue sedan pulled up to the
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Kitt Wellington learned Lakehurst High by sound long before he could map any of its corners. The building pulsed with noise—lockers slamming like off-beat drums, sneakers squeaking over waxed floors, bursts of laughter ricocheting off walls. The PA system buzzed every time the secretary’s voice tried to claw its way through the static, turning even simple announcements into a low electric hum that threaded through the hall. It wasn’t chaotic to the other students. But to Kitt—raised in a neatly
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Matt Everest and Kitt Wellington have been inseparable since middle school—best friends growing up across the street, sharing summers at the lake and quiet dreams about the future. Matt is the golden quarterback with a clear path ahead; Kitt is thoughtful, driven, and quietly carrying feelings he doesn’t dare name. As they grow older, friendship deepens into something neither of them fully understands—or feels safe enough to confess. Family expectations, small-town pressure, and the fear of losing each other keep them silent, even as the bond between them becomes impossible to ignore.
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65 Days Later... “Hey, Evan! Heading home already?” Toby called out across the quad. “Yeah,” I held up the gift bag in my hand, “Thanks for the present, guys.” “Come on, man, it’s your birthday! You’re not gonna hang out a bit longer?” Ryan chimed in, with a chorus of agreement from the rest of the group. “Can’t. I promised my family I’d have dinner with them tonight.” “Boo! Family over friends, huh?” Mike teased, and everyone joined in with laughter and playful j
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“Technically, it’s not what we’d call a ‘vegetative state,’” the doctor explained. “The brainstem suffered severe trauma. He might remain unconscious like this permanently—not in a semi-responsive condition where patients can blink or yawn or show minimal awareness. In this case, there is no consciousness at all. He’ll require a ventilator indefinitely. The chances of recovery are almost zero.” Whatever hope we’d just been given moments ago was crushed again—obliterated like it had been sla
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From the moment I got home at 11 p.m. until well past 1 a.m., I sat there waiting for Nate. No matter how tired I was, I couldn’t close my eyes. He was taking too long. Way too long. I kept trying to call him, but every time—it just wouldn’t go through. I didn’t want to jump to the worst-case scenario. Maybe he just got lost. But… it didn’t really make sense. And thinking he might’ve gotten into an accident felt too dark. Too much. Then, at exactly 2 a.m., my phone rang. It w
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“I’ll hurry back!” Nate called out. “No need!” I cut in. “Don’t rush or there may be an accident. I’ll be fine.” “But…” “Just quickly get out of there, but take your time. Ride safely—that’s all I’m asking.” I know it sounds contradictory, but I meant it. “All right, wait for me—I’ll head over as fast as I can.” “I already told you—no need to rush. I’ll be okay.” “Okay, okay, I know. I won’t speed, I’ll be careful, but I’ll still get there as quickly as possible, ok
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I sat on the bed, my mind in turmoil, sweat pouring down my face. My hands clenched together, trembling uncontrollably. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, veins throbbing at my temples. I couldn’t just sit there any longer. I sprang up, went to the door, gripped the knob—then let go and returned to the sofa. But I still couldn’t stay put. I moved to the window, drew back the curtain, and looked down to see Nate’s dad’s pickup truck parked below. Why am I such an idiot?! I couldn
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The next morning when we woke up, Nate’s dad had already prepared breakfast for us. As we ate together, he filled Nate in on the situation at the repair shop, which seemed to be smoothing over. He told us he’d have to head back there today and probably wouldn’t be home until evening—so if Evan and I planned to go anywhere, we could; otherwise, he said, we should feel free to fix our own dinner. “I guess we’re not going anywhere today?” I asked Nate while we were clearing the dishes in the k
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In the evening, Nate’s older brother Matt and his wife Alice stopped by for dinner at the house. Matt’s personality was completely different from Nate’s—both his build and his face were worlds apart. Although Matt was tall and big, he was good-natured and outgoing, a bit cheeky, and not at all shy like his younger brother. Alice was equally cheerful, and both of them were so warm and easygoing that I quickly felt comfortable and at ease around them. What surprised me, though, was learning that A
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I thought things would get better once Connor was ready—we’d clear the air, just like Toby said he didn’t hold a grudge, and I didn’t either. But it didn’t turn out that way. Connor barely showed up to class anymore, and when we did see him, he wouldn’t talk to me or anyone else. He kept to himself, saying he had family problems. But Toby and I knew it was more than that. Eventually, he even dropped out before midterms. “Everyone has their own way of dealing with things,” Nate told me. “Don
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Nate and I usually have something to talk about—university life, classes, friends, movies, music, TV shows, the news, family, life, the past, the future, our dreams—endless topics. Even though we stayed up chatting until nearly 1 AM last night, here we were again over breakfast, still finding things to discuss. Nate makes me feel like there’s always more to learn about each other. We share attitudes, thoughts, likes, and dislikes—and I think that’s why he’s more than just my partner. He’s my bes
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“Which position do you want…” “Any position is fine—I don’t really know,” Nate answered, eyes a little uncertain. Damn… he’s so cute! “Do you want to sit? If you sit, you can control it yourself—if it hurts, you can stop,” I suggested. “Hmmm… but I want you to do me,” he said, blushing. “Hey, Nate, do you realize how fucking adorable you can be?” I leaned in and kissed his lips. “I’m always adorable—it’s just that I don’t show it much,” he grinned. “Ughh! You’r
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I stood frozen, as if I’d been punched in the face—though Connor hadn’t touched me. Just those few words hit me so hard I could feel my face go numb. “Yeah! Toby really does like you! You didn’t mishear me!” Connor repeated. “And I swear I don’t feel anything for you whatsoever!” “Toby… Toby likes me?” I choked out. “So that night he… he really did something to me?” “I don’t know if he did,” Connor’s voice softened. “Do you think he did? What did he do?” “I… I don’t know what
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My friends and I managed to avoid talking about that night for almost a full week. During that time, Toby and Connor acted basically normal—though I sometimes caught Connor looking a little stiff around me, and Toby wasn’t as touchy as he used to be. But I didn’t really care about them all that much, since I was pretty certain I was the one who’d been messed up, not them. Meanwhile, the awkwardness of keeping it from Nate slowly faded, too. Everything in our group was settling back into pla
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I woke up with a pounding headache, as if my skull were splitting in two. It took me a moment to remember that I’d gotten plastered with Connor last night and ended up crashing in Toby’s dorm room—because when I glanced to my left, there he was asleep beside me. I pinched my temples and rolled over, fumbling for my phone—but then remembered its battery had died last night. Why don’t I ever carry a power bank? I sat up slowly—any sudden movement sent pain slicing through my head—and realized
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The next morning my fever had dropped almost completely. I was still spotting a little blood, but it was much less than before, and apart from a slight residual temperature I felt almost myself again. So we stuck to our original plan—at dawn Nate and I climbed Camelback Mountain, watching the sun burn away the chill before heading back down into the city. Joel arranged us a late breakfast at Matt’s Big Breakfast, the little diner Nate swore by, and after that we wandered through Roosevelt Row’s
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“Ev… Ev!” “Huh…?” I groggily woke up. “We’re at the hotel.” “Oh… already?” I rubbed my eyes and stretched out. “I’m freezing, Nate.” He looked at me with concern. “Your temperature’s through the roof, Ev. I’m really worried.” “I’ll be fine—just need to rest a bit and I’ll bounce back.” “Let him be,” Joel called from outside the car. “His body knows best. If he wants to sleep instead of seeing a doctor, let him sleep.” I stepped out, slightly irked by Joel’s blu
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“Does it hurt…?” I shook my head. “N-no… it doesn’t hurt… it’s just tighter than when you used the soap earlier.” “Well, this time I slid all the way in, knuckle-deep.” “All the way?” “Mm.” He answered, curling his finger in gentle circles, and I jumped at the sensation. “Aahh…ahh…” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Hah—hah—ugh…!!” “Is it painful?” “No, no pain… it just feels… strange.” He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you, Ace.” “I lo
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Nate ducked his eyes. “I can let you do me first. And if you don’t mind… I want to do you, too.” I wasn’t the only one blushing like crazy—my heart was pounding so hard I could barely think. I replayed his words over and over, asking myself what I really wanted. Thinking it through with my brain was hard, but my body was already nodding its answer under my shorts. Just the thought of being with him made me instantly harder than I’ve ever been. “I should sleep now,” I murmured, pul
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“Okay, so we’re taking a round-trip flight, Evan,” Nate said over the phone, his voice crackling with excitement. “I’ve booked our round‑trip flights already. Joel handled their own tickets, and Nolan booked our hotel downtown Phoenix—so we’re all set. You can just relax.” I laughed, brushing back a strand of hair. “Sounds perfect. But when you say ‘our hotel,’ does that include Joel and Nolan, too?” “Just us for the whole stay—one suite for the two of us. Joel and Nolan are crashing a
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We stared at each other in silence. No words came for a moment. Nate’s cheeks were pink, but his eyes had shifted—from lust to something hesitant, nervous, unsure. I caught his shoulder before he could speak again. “You want to use your mouth on me, but I have to do it back to you later, right?” I asked. “I—if you don’t want to, it’s fine,” he stammered, “I guess I was just horny and a little drunk… but on second thought, maybe we shouldn’t go that far. I don’t want us to—” I pres
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And HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone! 😝
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After my last final, I packed up my things at the dorm and went straight home that evening. Once I got there, I ate, showered, and slept so deeply that I didn’t wake up until nearly four o’clock the next afternoon. When I finally turned my phone back on—it had been off since exam week—I saw missed calls from several friends and messages inviting me out for celebratory drinks. But honestly, I didn’t think I could keep up: I’d spent nights on end cramming, while they’d never had to pull all-nighte
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