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Senior Year (sneak peek)

Chapter name: Realizations Happening

Total chapter word count: 3,815

Category: LGBT

Description: It's the night of the party and after Eli and Brett have a little too much to drink they share an intimate moment that Brett isn't ready to handle.

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A sense of warmth and contentment spreads across Eli's face as he sinks even deeper into the comfortable chair, a moment of pure relaxation. Sensing my gaze, he playfully widens his smile, his eyes sparkling with lightheartedness.

"You look genuinely happy," I remark, teasingly. "Maybe it's the alcohol?" Eli laughs. Closing the physical distance between us, I scoot closer to him, our bodies now at arm's length.

"It's your smile," I point out. "When it's genuine, your left eye tends to squint more.". Eli's lips curled into a smile, and his left eye crinkled slightly as if on cue. "See!" Eli attempted to conceal his face, but I playfully prevented him from hiding.

"Nah, don't try to hide it now," I teased.

"St-stop!" Eli laughs playfully as I continue to try and move his hands.

Eventually, I call it quits, pulling away as we're both panting for air. Eli moved closer so that our shoulders were touching, and I could feel his pinky finger lightly brush mine.

This feeling in me is... familiar; could it be those same feelings from when I was younger?

"What's going on with you and Sydney?" I asked in an attempt to distract myself from these feelings.

"We came to the decision to remain friends." I frowned. What for? Sydney seemed immensely interested in him, unless it wasn't her decision, and Eli did it as a way so they wouldn't date.

"She friend-zoned you?" My eyes widen with shock.

"No," he chuckles. "I guess you can say she noticed that I had feelings for someone else."

"Come on, who's the mystery girl then?" I playfully nudged his arm as I wiggled my brows. Eli sighs before looking up into the night sky. Something was on his mind that he wanted to say as his lips kept trying to form a word. We sit in silence for a moment, watching the translucent clouds move across the sky.

"I admire you; you know that?" Eli confessed.

"Your passion for fine arts amazes me, especially your love for cinema. Your talent for making every moment fun and exciting always makes me smile. You're always goofy, even in the worst situations. What I appreciate the most is your heart and how caring it is. That's probably what I like most about you," Eli expressed sincerely.

Eli continues to brush his pinky against mine. I hesitate, wondering if I should move my hand or do something else, so I go with my instinct and wrap my pinky around his.

EDITED- The full story will be posted this SUNDAY at 7 pm (EST) on Wattpad, same as my name handle.

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This one goes out to all the writers out there who are doubting themselves.

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I am going to take a deep breath and just remind you:

Writing is messy, even for the best authors. It's supposed to feel a little uncomfortable, exhilarating, freeing, natural, and terrifying.

It's supposed to inspire you and feel like a too-heavy backpack.

Sometimes, you're going to love being a writer and sometimes, you'll feel so disconnected, you'll wonder if you were ever a writer to begin with.

Give yourself room to make mistakes and hate your work and return to it with renewed confidence that yes, you will get 1% better next time.

It's what we're all going through. Let's speed up the growing process a little by accepting the entirety of it.

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Senior Year Ch. 4 sneak peek

(Not really a sneak peek because I already published it. hehe)

Character: Sky Turner (18)

Description: Sky is dealing with a fracture in the family as her parents are no longer in love and constantly arguing.

As I stepped out of Ren's car, I couldn't help but think of a gray bubble enveloping my house, slowly fading the colors around it to a dull and gloomy state. I crossed its horizon, losing the colors on me as it faded until I was as gray as the inside of the bubble.

Upon entering the house, I found my mom wrapped in a blanket, reclining on the sofa with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

 A half-empty bottle sat on the table beside her, with another bottle emptied. "Hey, how was your day?" she asked, her words slurred and her voice husky, indicating that she had been yelling. I could tell by her eyes constantly trying to fix on me and her face dropping that she was tipsy.

I remember when I first began to observe their love crumbling; at first, it was subtle, but I eventually picked up on it. They stopped exchanging kisses, opting for hugs instead. Then, the hugs dwindled into hurtful comments and eventually escalated into open arguments.

"Fine, just schoolwork and studying," I replied. A bit of anger could be heard in my voice.

Is she serious? I thought. Was she really going to pull Dad's routine - sitting on the couch and drinking until she was drunk enough to forget her problems? I couldn't believe it. I wanted to yell at her and tell her to stop drinking, saying that it wouldn't fix any of their problems. If she or Dad cared about us, they would be trying to repair their relationship.

In her inebriated state, Mom chuckles and says, "I made food. I saved a plate for you.". She poured herself another glass of wine. With furrowed brows, I stormed over to her on the couch, snatching the glass of wine away before she could take a sip. "I think you had enough," I argued, grabbing both wine bottles.

She looked as if she was about to scold me, but her drunken self couldn't compose a word or even a thought. "Rude" was the only word she could muster.

After throwing the bottles away, I head back into the living room to remove my shoes. I removed them and scanned the shoe rack. I noticed my dad's missing shoes. Glancing at the key holder, I realized his keys were gone too. 

From her hoarse voice to the missing items, I was positive another argument had ensued. It managed to anger me more because I knew if they did get into an argument, they weren't subtle about it and that both my little brother and sister heard and witnessed it all.

"How long has Dad been gone?" I asked. Mom shrugged. From her body language, she didn't seem too bothered. "He left a while ago," she replied. Her tone didn't feel as if she cared all that much.

My mood darkened further, and the gray world I was in shifted to a darker shade of gray.

"You need to get some water and go rest," I demanded.

"I will, I will." She waves me off. "After this chapter,"

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Whatever," I said, grabbing my backpack

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Thoughts & Suggestions are always welcomed.

(Don't be mean I'll cry. JK)

This chapter, Cast, and the other three chapters can be found on Wattpad. Username: StarTheif

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It inspires me to write 😇

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I've been working on this project for a while, so any feedback, good or bad, is helpful.

Title: Senior Year

Status: On-going

Category: Friends-to-lovers, Coming of age, BoyxBoy, Mature

Description: Senior Year can be tough, especially when you're trying to balance work, dating, extracurricular activities, social life, and family. For these four friends, it's no different. They're all feeling the pressure as graduation approaches, all while trying to figure out themselves.

Three chapters have been published so far!

Updates are weekly to bi-weekly! (Depends on how fast I write)

Feedback is always welcome!