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"You know, if you wanted me to come into your bedroom, I would've-"At that moment, I stomped my foot on his and clamped his mouth shut so he screamed inside. His face blushed in anger and I glared at him. "It's my sister's room, metalhead."He glared back and edged forwards. "Natalie, here girl...""She's not a dog." I glared at him and slapped his neck before collapsing on the floor and checking under the bed. Boys, really. I mentally tried to remember why I had called Robbie but no answers came to mind."Holy shit." Robbie cursed and I was on my feet in seconds to see Natalie squealing with her feet on the edge of the windowsill. Holy Sherlock. Holy Sherlock! How the heck did she get up there?…

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It's been a while since Alex had stepped into his home. He had missed the smell of freshly baked cookies and the Japanese blossom musk of his mother's hair. But most of all... He missed the treehouse he had built with his Dad and brother as autumnal leaves had fallen to the floor that day.Alex Autumn has returned to his hometown after life turning events, which force him to face his worst fear- learning to forget. Everything he does since his arrival is closely watched and secretly judged by his peers, his neighbours...even his family. Trying to escape from life's ordeals, the somewhat frosty character retreats to his only sanctuary. But what he finds there will change the course of his life forever.…