And before the film ever happened they where friends. Yet did Shirwin ever notice their unsual ineractions or was it all just denial.

Jonathan has a stutter. On the first day in his new school, he makes the mistake of talking. From then on, he's caught in a maelstrom of plots and statuses, hierarchy and traps, and the spider's web of a starcrossed love. TW: slurs, bullying, selective mutism

A hero dies... another arises, then dies again. TW slurs

Quien se imaginaba que aquel tímido muchacho se hubiera armado de valor por su novio.

What if the story doesn't end as well as it did? What if time erodes love, and everyone has a heart that jumps out when "love" happens, causing "love" and "true love" to be shown to all? What if Sherwin and Jonathan can't stay together forever? WARNING: LOADS AND LOADS OF ANGST!

Entre Sherwin y Jonathan había algo llamado amor,sólo eso,eran muy jóvenes,pasando por la adolescencia,pero tenían bien en claro sus sentimientos por uno al otro. Ellos se amaban con lo más profundo del corazón...pero con dos familias Homofobicas,su relacion se veia en peligro...Shirley posiblemente sea rota otra vez.

He may have only been a percussionist, confined to the rhythm part of music, but that didn't mean that he couldn't admire any of the 'real' musicians, right? The pianists in particular. Or rather, one particular pianist.

The relationship of Jonathan and Sherwin. JonathanXSherwin Please leave suggestions on what I should do next

A short in a heart beat poem. Please comment on it and give me a review telling me your thoughts.

[Serie de drabble/viñetas/OS] [...] Como cada jueves, Sherwin se encuentra allí, con sus rizos imposiblemente rojizos y su tímida sonrisa [...] /AU/OC/OoC/ [Reto 30 días]

This is 12 chapters long please check out the rest on my AO3 account basically the same names.

A smile is worth having and protecting, especially when it comes to the matters of the heart.

Each chapter will be devoted to head canons I find in the net. If I know who made them, I will credit them. This is a project to get me back into writing. Hope this works.

Un ligero cambio en el intercambio tradicional de San Valentín. [Viñeta] /Future fic/

Sherwin is known among most people as the shy, quiet, anti-social boy that likes to be unnoticed by the world and they don't do much with that information to start up a conversation with him, they ignore him and pretend he doesn't exist. Sherwin has lived with that for the majority of his school life, but a hope in his mind is still there that it will change. His Soulmate.

Faith is touchy. But to Sherwin, it took on a different meaning. To Sherwin, Faith means learning to control yourself. Faith is something that Sherwin was taught would give him peace. But will he find his salvation when he most needs it? Co-authored with a-thesis-film-destroyed-me.

Jonathan, the most popular boy at school, develops a crush on local nobody student Sherwin. What could possibly go wrong from keeping all these feelings bottled up?

A short ficlet featuring Sherwin and Jonathan...

Mending Sherwin's broken heart is just one of the gifts Jonathan grants his shy, red-headed admirer.

[...]"—Pedirle a alguien salir en una cita no es la gran cosa.—" Sherwin recordó las palabras dichas por Ralf –su mejor amigo – e hizo una mueca, para nada feliz.—Claro.—pensó.—Nada de otro mundo.—repitió en completo desacuerdo.[...] ¡Drabble! ¡Empecemos con el fluffy de una buena vez!

Sequel to St. Val's, because you're all right: these two do indeed deserve to be happy. Jessica couldn't really believe that she had somehow become tangled in this mess, but there was nothing to it anymore. She had to fix this somehow, and unfortunately it couldn't quite be accomplished only by strumming out a few chords.

Jonathan and Sherwin go to the school dance together, and Sherwin is worried about being outed. (Also posted on AO3)

The Red String has always been a big part of Sherwin's life but he still has his doubts, what if his soulmate didn't like him? What if?

It started with a smile thrown innocently across the classroom – one moment stolen from hundreds spent amongst textbooks and football and gossip of reality TV. One precious gesture shared between themselves that nobody else in the world would be privy to. Maybe today would lead to thousands more.

Sherwin was quiet. Unobtrusive. The kind of person to duck his head and strive to be overlooked. That was always the way when starting at a new school. Except that this one was different - just barely, and almost indiscernible at first, but apparent nonetheless. And all because of a few passing words.