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Forbidden Attraction
by Brandon Rowell (Author)
Forbidden Attraction tells the story of Caleb and Tony, two 17-year-old boys who navigate the complexities of their emotions, growing up, and the societal challenges of being in love with someone of the same sex. Set against the backdrop of their small town, the book follows their journey of discovering their deep feelings for each other, despite the pressures and expectations that surround them. The bond between Caleb and Tony is undeniable, but their love is met with external and internal struggles as they try to reconcile their emotions with the world around them. Their connection is tender yet forbidden, making their love all the more intense and complicated.
The story explores themes of self-identity, the fear of rejection, and the longing for acceptance. As Caleb and Tony learn more about each other, they also learn about themselves, discovering what it truly means to be in love in a world that often refuses to understand them. With moments of heartache, joy, and growth, Forbidden Attraction is a poignant coming-of-age romance that delves into the complexities of love, friendship, and the courage it takes to embrace one’s true self in the face of adversity.
Details:
Ages: 13 and Up
Pages: 247
Language: English
Publication Date: December 26, 2024
Available Formats: E-Book, Paperback
The sun rose on the small suburban neighborhood of Maple Grove, casting a warm, golden light over the rows of houses that lined the streets. Caleb Martin was already outside, his scuffed sneakers kicking at a loose pebble as he waited for Tony Rivera to emerge from the house next door. Their homes stood side by side, mirrors of each other in structure but worlds apart in spirit. Caleb’s house was a picture of neatness, with perfectly trimmed hedges and a bright blue door. Tony’s house, by contrast, always seemed alive, with flowerpots of all shapes and colors crowding the front porch and a small basketball hoop bolted onto the garage.
It was a morning like any other, yet it marked the foundation of a friendship that would define both their lives. Caleb was nine, all gangly limbs and bright curiosity, his brown hair perpetually unkempt despite his mother’s best efforts. Tony, a year younger, was a bundle of energy with a shock of curly black hair and a mischievous grin that suggested he knew secrets the world hadn’t yet uncovered. They had met the day Tony’s family moved in, his parents wrangling boxes while he sat cross-legged on the lawn, examining a caterpillar.
“What’re you doing?” Caleb had asked, standing awkwardly with a soccer ball tucked under his arm.
“Looking for its name,” Tony had replied without looking up, his voice full of conviction.
“Caterpillars don’t have names,” he’d said, though there was no malice in his tone—just the earnestness of a child stating a fact.
Tony had finally glanced up, his dark eyes meeting Caleb’s. “Everything has a name. You just have to find it.”
From that moment, something clicked, as if a cosmic thread had been strung between them, tying their fates together in a way neither of them could fully understand at the time. Caleb’s practicality balanced Tony’s whimsy, providing a steady anchor to his effervescent energy. He brought color and unpredictability into Caleb’s otherwise orderly world, introducing him to a sense of adventure and wonder he had never known. Together, they were a perfect symbiosis—a mix of curiosity and caution, of imagination and structure.
Caleb marveled at Tony’s ability to turn mundane moments into stories. A walk to the store became a quest for hidden treasure; a rainy afternoon was an excuse to construct elaborate pillow forts and invent tales of daring heroes and clever villains. Conversely, Tony appreciated Caleb’s knack for turning his chaotic ideas into achievable plans. When he dreamt of building a contraption to launch their paper airplanes higher than the trees, it was Caleb who sketched out the design and scavenged the materials from his dad’s workbench.
It wasn’t just their play that bound them—it was the growing sense of trust and shared purpose that blossomed between them. Caleb’s cautious nature allowed Tony to feel safe enough to explore his wild ideas, while Tony’s relentless optimism reminded Caleb that some risks were worth taking. Their bond strengthened with every shared adventure, every whispered secret exchanged under the stars, and every time they stood up for each other when the world seemed determined to push them down. They became inseparable in a way that was unspoken but deeply felt, an unshakable foundation of friendship that made them braver and more resilient than either could be alone.
The friendship blossomed in backyards and on sidewalks, in shared lunches and whispered secrets under blankets. Caleb’s parents, reserved and rule-abiding, admired Tony’s free-spirited nature even as they occasionally despaired of his influence on their son. Tony’s parents, Maria and Javier, welcomed Caleb as though he were their own, pulling up a chair for him at their crowded dinner table and laughing at his shy attempts to pronounce Spanish words.
One summer afternoon, they built a treehouse together in the sprawling oak tree that stood between their yards. Caleb’s father supplied the wood, while Tony’s mother handed them sandwiches from the ground below, her voice tinged with amusement as she warned them to be careful. They argued over what to name it—Caleb wanted something simple, like “The Fort,” while Tony suggested “Sky Kingdom.” In the end, they compromised, painting “The Sky Fort” in crooked letters on a wooden plank.
The treehouse became their sanctuary, a world of their own suspended in the sprawling branches of the old oak tree. They filled it with mismatched cushions, stacks of comic books, and a jar of pennies they called their “treasure,” each coin meticulously chosen for its luster or unique design. It was their headquarters, a place where their imaginations could run wild. There, they planned adventures that grew increasingly elaborate with each passing week—schemes to uncover hidden treasures in the neighborhood, rescue imaginary prisoners from far-off lands, or save their kingdom from impending doom, with “The Sky Fort” always at the heart of the story.
On summer afternoons, the sunlight filtering through the leaves cast shifting patterns on the walls, making the space feel alive. Caleb and Tony sprawled on the floor, sketching maps that charted their imaginary worlds, each detail debated with fervent seriousness. They crafted disguises from old clothes, prepared "rations" of crackers and juice boxes, and held councils to decide their next mission. When autumn arrived, the crisp air seemed to heighten their creativity. They piled the treehouse with blankets to ward off the chill, turning it into a fortress against the encroaching cold. Winter brought snowball wars fought valiantly from their perch, and spring breathed new life into their games, with budding leaves and blossoming flowers offering fresh inspiration.
But the treehouse was more than just a place for play. It became their refuge when life’s burdens felt too heavy. On days when Caleb’s parents argued over bills or his grades, he climbed up into the sanctuary to find solace in the quiet rustle of leaves and the comfort of Tony’s presence. He always knew just what to say—or when to say nothing at all. When Tony’s older brother moved away for college, leaving a noticeable void in his usually bustling household, it was Caleb who sat beside him in the treehouse, listening as he poured out his feelings in a rare moment of vulnerability. They promised each other that no matter what happened, “The Sky Fort” would always be their safe haven, a place where they could be themselves without fear or judgment.
As they grew, the treehouse evolved with them. Its walls bore the marks of their childhood—pencil sketches of imaginary creatures, tally marks from their summer competitions, and a few accidental smears of paint from the day they decided to “renovate” it. New additions appeared, like the string of battery-powered lights Tony found at a garage sale, which turned the treehouse into a glowing beacon on dark nights. Caleb contributed a small bookshelf he built in shop class, filled with their favorite stories and a few journals chronicling their many adventures. Together, they created a space that felt timeless, a testament to their enduring friendship and the boundless scope of their imaginations.
The treehouse, with all its quirks and imperfections, became a symbol of their bond. It stood as a reminder that, no matter how chaotic the world outside might become, they had built something unshakable—a fortress of dreams, memories, and unwavering companionship.
Growing up in Maple Grove meant sharing the rhythms of the neighborhood—the annual block party with its laughter and the smell of grilled food wafting through the streets, summer afternoons spent splashing and racing at the community pool, and winter nights bundled up as they sledded down the park’s hill, their shouts of joy echoing into the cold air. Every season brought new traditions and adventures that Caleb and Tony embraced together, their bond deepening with each shared experience. They became fixtures in the neighborhood’s tapestry, their friendship as much a part of Maple Grove as the oak-lined streets and tidy lawns.
When Caleb’s grandmother passed away, it was Tony who climbed through his window late at night, his small flashlight casting soft shadows on the walls. He didn’t say much, but his presence was a balm for Caleb’s grief. They sat side by side on his bed, his hand resting lightly on Caleb’s, and together they watched the stars until the first light of dawn broke through. Tony’s quiet strength gave him the space to cry, to remember, and to heal.
When Tony’s family faced financial struggles, the tension in his house became palpable. His parents spoke in hushed voices about late bills and mounting stress, and his normally cheerful demeanor grew subdued. It was Caleb who noticed first. One afternoon, he grabbed Tony’s hand and dragged him to the treehouse, their haven. “We’ll figure it out,” he declared with a determined nod. “The Sky Fort’s ours, and no one can take it away.” He didn’t know how to fix Tony’s family’s problems, but his unwavering support reminded him he wasn’t alone.
Their families, too, became intertwined in ways that transcended friendship. Sunday barbecues alternated between their houses, each gathering a mix of flavors and traditions. Caleb’s father, ever meticulous, manned the grill with precision, while Tony’s mother, Maria, added a vibrant array of homemade dishes that celebrated her Mexican heritage. The smell of carne asada mingled with Caleb’s dad’s famous burgers, and their neighbors often wandered over, drawn by the irresistible aromas.
Caleb’s younger sister, Ellie, idolized Tony with a devotion that bordered on hero worship. Wherever Tony went, Ellie wasn’t far behind, her wide eyes soaking in every bit of Tony’s exuberance and creativity. Meanwhile, Tony’s older brother, Luis, took Caleb under his wing. A natural mentor, Luis taught Caleb how to shoot hoops in their driveway, patiently correcting his form, and imparted wisdom on everything from navigating school drama to handling bullies.
Their shared lives created a network of connections that extended beyond just Caleb and Tony, rooting their families together. Maple Grove wasn’t just where they lived; it became a shared canvas where their stories unfolded, layer upon layer, painting a portrait of love, resilience, and community.
School was another shared landscape, a bustling microcosm where their personalities truly shone. Caleb was the quieter of the two, his nose often buried in a book or lost in the methodical lines of his math problems. Tony, on the other hand, thrived on the attention his wit and charm naturally drew, his presence electrifying every classroom and playground he entered. Despite these contrasts, their bond was unshakable. They became a united front, navigating the challenges of school life as a team.
One memorable incident cemented their dynamic. A group of older kids decided to pick on Caleb during recess, taunting him about his glasses and calling him names. Caleb’s instinct was to retreat, but before he could step back, Tony stormed up to the bullies, his hands on his hips and fire blazing in his dark eyes.
“You’ve got about five seconds to apologize,” he declared, his voice sharp and unyielding. His confidence was magnetic, and for a moment, even the bullies hesitated. When they laughed in his face, Tony didn’t flinch. He stepped closer, staring them down with the fierce determination of someone twice his size.
“I mean it,” he added, his tone carrying a warning that made the boys think twice. Though they eventually slunk away, their bravado deflated, it was clear to Caleb that Tony had won a moral victory. He watched him with a mix of gratitude and awe, marveling at his fearlessness.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said later as they walked home, the sounds of their classmates fading behind them.
“Yes, I did,” Tony replied matter-of-factly. “You’re my best friend. That’s what we do.”
His words carried a certainty that stayed with Caleb long after the incident. It wasn’t just his defense that struck him—it was his unwavering belief in their bond. And Caleb, in turn, became Tony’s anchor. When his impulsiveness got him into trouble—whether it was sneaking into the old abandoned house at the end of the street, organizing a “mission” to explore the forbidden storage closet at school, or “borrowing” his brother’s bike without asking—Caleb was always there to help smooth things over.
He often found himself standing at the ready, devising clever explanations for their mischief or figuring out practical ways to mend broken fences. It wasn’t just about fixing problems—it was about offering Tony the stability he needed when his adventurous spirit carried him too far. Together, they balanced each other, their friendship a constant give-and-take that neither questioned.
Their school years became a tapestry of moments like these—small, meaningful episodes that built the foundation of a bond neither of them could imagine breaking. Through every shared triumph and mishap, Caleb and Tony proved time and time again that they weren’t just friends. They were a team, ready to face anything the world threw their way, side by side.
Their shared experiences weren’t always grand or dramatic. Some of their most cherished memories were the quiet moments—lying on the grass and staring up at the stars, talking about everything and nothing as the crickets chirped in the background. They’d weave stories about constellations, inventing tales of celestial adventurers and guardians of the night sky. On other days, they baked cookies in Tony’s chaotic kitchen, flour covering every surface, including their hair, as they laughed until their sides hurt and tears streamed down their faces. The kitchen would fill with the sweet aroma of sugar and chocolate, mingled with their giggles. Even cleaning up became part of the fun, a battle of sudsy water and damp towels.
But perhaps their favorite moments were the afternoons spent in the treehouse, their sanctuary among the branches. There, the world around them seemed to fade away. They would sit shoulder to shoulder, sometimes in companionable silence, other times sharing dreams of the future. Caleb would speak of faraway universities and books he hoped to write, while Tony dreamed aloud about traveling the world, sketching landscapes, and tasting foods he couldn’t yet name. The treehouse became their planning room, their retreat, and their escape.
As they grew older, the challenges of adolescence began to creep into their lives, casting shadows over their idyllic childhood. Caleb’s parents, ever meticulous and goal-oriented, pushed him to excel academically. They enrolled him in advanced classes and scheduled tutoring sessions, their expectations weighing heavily on his shoulders. The pressure often left Caleb feeling trapped, his love for learning overshadowed by the constant push to achieve more. Tony, meanwhile, faced his own struggles. His parents, who had always encouraged his creativity, began to worry about his future. They urged him to focus on more "practical" pursuits, their concerns clashing with his unyielding desire to forge his own path. He found himself torn between their expectations and the pull of his dreams.
Despite these challenges, their friendship remained a constant—a lifeline in an ever-changing world. When the pressures became too much, they turned to each other. Caleb often found solace in Tony’s unwavering optimism. He had a way of making the impossible seem attainable, his enthusiasm contagious. Tony, in turn, leaned on Caleb’s steady presence. He was his anchor, grounding him when his doubts threatened to overwhelm. Together, they navigated the complexities of growing up, their bond a beacon of light in moments of uncertainty.
One autumn evening, as the leaves turned brilliant shades of red and gold, Caleb and Tony sat on the swing set in the park. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of bonfires and pine.
“Do you think things will always be like this?” Tony asked, his voice unusually soft.
Caleb glanced at him, surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”
“Us. Maple Grove. Everything.” He kicked at the dirt, his expression pensive. “It feels like something’s changing. Like we’re growing up too fast.”
Caleb considered his words, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Maybe things will change,” he said finally. “But I think some things…some things are too strong to change. Like us.”
Tony smiled, the weight in his eyes lifting just a little. “Promise?”
“Promise,” Caleb said, and in that moment, he meant it with every fiber of his being.
The years ahead would test that promise in ways they couldn’t yet imagine. But for now, they had the swing set, the treehouse, and the unwavering certainty that no matter what the future held, their roots were deeply intertwined, grounding them in a friendship that had already weathered so much and would continue to grow stronger with time.