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Disclaimer: This story is an mPreg story Cameron Alono Smiths is an innocent, sensitive 16 year old boy from L.A . After living in L.A his whole life, his dad gets a new job out in Brooklyn, New York and they have no choice but to move since things are getting hard. Cameron is scared because all he knows is L.A and worst of all- he's afraid of how Urban the area is. Cameron is NOT racist, but he didn't know how people would react to the new white AND gay boy in school. How would he cope in school? Will he be able to get through it safely and will he meet anyone who he can connect with? ------------------------------------------------------ Anthony D'arell Jackson is a very known senior in West Hills High School. At 18 years old, he has all the ladies, money (from selling illegal substances) , and is captain on the football team. He gives fucks about no one but his family. All he's trying to do is make a living for him and his siblings. Little does he know, his senior year has a few surprises in store. Surprises that he would never think twice about.

"Does love even still exist because I damn sure don't feel that shit no more" "Don't think like that Javon of course love still exist, We all go through bumpy stages in our life we just have to stay true to ourselves and fight through it" Alex smiled. Javon life was turned upside down right around the time he met the white boy. He was still trying to find himself in this fucked up world, But it seemed trouble liked to follow him. Alex wanted to feel love and the only person that helped him feel that was Javon. But how could someone give you love when they didn't know how it felt to receive it?

"Daddy was a dope dealer, mama was a dope dealer , daddy fell off then mama started smoking dope while she was pregnant with me maybe that's why I'm such a dope nigga" Life ain't never been that good for Sincere growing up a dope boy without guidance he never envisioned hisself leaving the hood. The hood was all he knew. Santana was the same way. He ain't never had nobody. No family, no friends he was a young nigga with a secret doing whatever he had to do to eat. When they cross paths can they help eachother overcome their situations?