I'm a calm, cool, and collected guy. I am confident now, but I sure wasn't as a kid with my losses. With Michael and Zoe's help I overcame my life and grew to be happy. I try and enjoy life to the fullest even if it doesn't meet the standards of today's society. In junior high I realized that I loved acting, and it became a career. I loved acting like I was someone else even for a little while. I swing both ways, and was happy in a relationship with two other people that were happy in the relationship as well. Trouble seems to find me too. When I least expect it. Michael's had to fly to California a few times to get me out of the trouble I get myself into.

[smear:#19e6e2]Positive Traits:[/smear:#4f7899:0]
1)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
2)Charming: Having a pleasing personality; being appealing to others.
3)Friendly: Showing friendship; acting in a way that befits a friend.
4)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
5)Whimsical: Fancifully spontaneous; giving in to humorous or imaginative impulsiveness.
6)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.

[smear:#4f7899]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6e2:0]
1)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
2)Superstitious: Avoiding danger because of superstitious beliefs (not walking under a ladder, etc.)
3)Oversensitive: Overly perceptive to emotion; easily hurt by external influences.
4)Gullible: Easily misled or duped.
5)Foolish: Lacking good reasoning skills that lead to misjudgments.
6)Needy: Emotionally fragile; requiring constant attention and support.

I was born in the middle of a raging blizzard in Big Sky Montana. The midwife hadn't been able to get there in the blizzard. My mother's screams could be heard over the roar of the wind from the blizzard. After thirty hours of labor I came into the world screaming my own lungs off. I was placed in her arms and I was told she held me lovingly for the last half hour of her life. She was only twenty years old. I was taken from her lifeless arms and placed in the arms of my sobbing grandmother. She'd been against the pregnancy at first when her daughter had come home pregnant and not told anyone who the father was. She went to the grave with that knowledge.

As the pregnancy went on my grandmother started to grow excited at the thought of a child. She was totally unprepared for the death of her only child in the process. Her own husband had died of cancer a few years before. She was now left to care for the child in her arms. She gave me the name that my mother had said she wanted. Graham Hagen Montague. My grandmother sought the help of her best friend, Ramona Rosewood, who had a child three months before I was born. She couldn't imagine having a child herself at her age now. Ramona's son's name was Michael and we were raised together.

With people knowing I didn't have a father I was picked on quite a bit, but Michael was there to save me. I was a bit clumsy and trusted people too easily. He was always pulling me out of trouble. Somehow it seemed to pull us closer together. Michael's dad was a member of the Wild Wolves MC. Michael's parents were well off, but my grandmother lived on social security. She had her own garden to raise vegetables so as not to have to spend money on them. Still though every birthday I got the best presents, and at Christmas was no exception. When Michael turned four his dad got him a mini bike that he learned to ride. I watched enviously as he got to ride around on it. Michael though shared it with me. He seemed to always hate leaving me out of anything.

I wasn't expecting to get my own mini bike when I was four, but there it was in all its glory. His parents were generous and made sure not to leave me out of things. I heard Grams exclaiming one day that it was too much, but Ramona hushed her saying it was no problem at all. I was thankful for everything. Never taking anything for granted. When I graduated to a dirt bike I felt like I was in heaven soaring through the air on the bike. Michael and I got them at the same time that year. Just in time for the snow to be melting. His dad worked with us training us, and got us in Motocross competing like he had before us.

We were a team till one day a blonde haired, blue eyed girl caught Michael's eye. Her name was Zoe, and he made sure to include her in things with us. At first I was a bit jealous of the attention he paid her, but once she warmed up to us I became fast friends with her too. With the three of us always together people started calling us the Three Musketeers which stuck with us. Michael's parents owned and operated Rosewood's Soda Shoppe so more often than not we were found there if we weren't out at the track. We had a corner booth that we hardly ever let anyone else sit with us. If we did then it was a special occasion.

When junior high came I was excited to try out for sports with Michael. Trying out for football some of the older boys laughed at me saying I was too little to play. Yeah I was short for my age. Grams said I hadn't hit my growth spurt just yet. She said it would come in time, and I believed her. I also showed them boys that I wasn't too little. Tackling them before they even knew what hit them. I was ecstatic when I made the team, and ran home to tell Grams after school. She was excited for me and she said she'd be there for my games. She was right in the front row that year for my games.

The weekend after Christmas some of the dad's took a lot of us kids on a skiing trip. We even got to stay in the resort over the weekend. The last day of it a blizzard hit. The electricity was knocked out for a couple of days. Everyone at the resort gathered round the fireplaces in the big resort. It was a great time, and I learned how to ski. When the roads were finally cleared a couple of days later, and we were able to go home we headed a few miles into town. I couldn't wait to get home and tell Grams all about my fun filled weekend. Michael's dad met us at the clubhouse where the dads had arranged for the pickup of us kids.

Right away I could tell by his face that something was wrong. When he told me the world turned upside down for me. When the electricity had gone out my grams ran out of firewood so she'd gone outside to get more. I'd made sure to cut a lot and make sure she had more than enough inside and out in case of emergency before I left. It was one of my chores, and I'd done extra for her. Unfortunately she must have fallen and not able to get up nor anyone hear her calling for help. She had frozen to death. I was devastated. She was the only family that I had. The sobs came and I didn't care who saw me sobbing. His father Josiah pulled me into his arms and held me as I sobbed.

In the days that followed I tuned it all out, unable to bear it. I kept waiting for someone to come take me away. I was living in fear now of being put into the system. Never seeing Michael, Zoe, or Michael's parents ever again. Life was never going to be the same again. The tears were never-ending, and I didn't realize that you could cry so much. I just wanted my Grams back, and everything would be fine again. The day of the funeral I ran and hid away. Not wanting to face what was going on. I thought if I was hiding that the authorities wouldn't be able to find me, and therefore I wouldn't be taken away.

It was Ramona who found me. Well Michael knew where I was. He always seemed to know. So she'd gotten it out of him. She coaxed me out of the makeshift clubhouse that Michael, Zoe, and I had built out in the woods behind Michael's house. She held me as I cried. She had a way of finding out what was wrong with her, and I sobbed everything out. She smiled at me and told me nobody was taking me away from them. My grams had made provisions in her will for me. Had asked Michael's parents to take care of me in case anything ever happened to her. Grams and Ramona had been childhood friends. More like sisters they always said. She told me I was home. I was relieved, but I still yearned for my grams to still be there.

The funeral was hard, but with Michael and Zoe right there with me I made it through. As time moved on life was just wrong in my opinion as my heart still hurt. The next year playing football instinct made me look for my grams in the stands. Sitting in the front row. It wasn't till after I scanned the row that it would hit me full force reminding me that she was gone, and had been for eight months now. Michael would jolt me back to reality somehow noticing what was happening to me. After the first couple of times he made sure to distract me from my thoughts to not even think about it.

That year I tried out for the school play, and found that I loved it. The drama teacher said I had a knack for it. By the time I was in high school I was starring in the plays. Michael, Zoe and his parents always had front row seats watching me. And if I would look just right my Grams was sitting right there smiling at me too and encouraging me. By our freshman year Michael, Zoe, and I were already dating one another. To cover it up so people didn't think we were weird I dated a girl here and there. There was never anyone special though as Zoe and Michael were my true loves.

When I turned fourteen Josiah let me start working at the soda shop. Michael had been working there for three months already. If I wasn't at play practice then I was usually there too. He was the one who took both of us when we turned sixteen to get our first Harley's. Both of us had saved up money to help pay for them, but he told us we would need that money, and he bought the bikes for us. Michael and I were still riding in Motocross as well and having the times of our lives during our teenage years. Michael and I prospected the Wild Wolves together when we turned eighteen. His dad sponsored him, and one of the other older members sponsored me.

A year later we were patched in fully to the club. Both of us worked full time down at the Soda Shoppe. When the opportunity came knocking to get a part in a movie I took it. After that first role I had other's seeking me out, and I moved to Hollywood full time to become a movie star. I did make it back home for the holidays. Ramona insisted on it. In the following years Zoe and Michael got married. Did that bother me? Nope. I was the best man, and I will say it was one helluva honeymoon since they dragged me along with them. We were only twenty and living life to the fullest.

They started on having a family right away making Josiah and Ramona happy as Grandparents. I made a name for myself in Hollywood. Wasn't long before everyone knew who Hagen Montague was. Nine years later my world was spinning out of control. One movie after another and parties galore. I hardly made it home anymore. When I could I would facetime Michael, but those times became scarce that I was able to. There was always a different girl here and there that I would hook up. A scandal hit me as I was caught someplace I shouldn't have been. I hid away in my Hollywood mansion for a while biding my time hoping the scandal would just die down. Michael said he'd be on the next flight to help me out, but no, I told him to stay in Big Sky so that I could handle this on my own. He didn't need to get involved in it. It was definitely out that I was bisexual now after what happened. I had no idea he was a married man though.

After about a month of hiding away one of the girls I had had fun with dropped a package off on my doorstep. Literally that is. I had ignored the doorbell figuring Clyde my butler/cook/friend would get it. Oh he did and brought the package right to me. To my disbelief it was a baby boy. There was a note attached to it from the girl saying she didn't want him; she still was trying to make a name for herself in Hollywood. He was about a month old, and had no name yet. I named him Hudson Graham. A few days later another package was left by another woman. It was a two week old little girl that I named Zariya Sol. Her mother had gotten a hysterectomy after having her, never having wanted kids in the first place. I did a DNA test on both of them, and they were definitely mine.

Not knowing what else to do I took them home to Big Sky and saw Tyler James who drew up the paperwork making them legally mine. I moved in with Zoe and Michael who had five girls and a baby boy now. Guthrie was the same age as my kids. I was giving up acting to raise my kids. I went to work with Michael in the diner and the old ladies of the club would watch my kids while I worked. When the twins were two I got a casting call for a new movie. I told them no, but they kept hounding me. Hollywood was wondering what had happened to Graham Montague also. Michael and Zoe encouraged me to take it. So leaving my kids with them I headed back to Hollywood and starred in the movie which became a hit, and they wanted to make more movies. Was supposed to be a trilogy, but it turned into a six movie deal.

I spent my off time in Big Sky with my kids, and was right back when it was time to make the movie. Michael and Zoe brought the kids when they were around eight to Hollywood on vacation. They all stayed in my mansion. I gave them a tour of the studios and the set. Even set it up so all of the kids got to be extras in the movie. Well I just finished wrapping up the last movie. Ending it all I was heading back home to Big Sky. I was missing too much in my children's lives. I made it back when I could for things, but I was missing the little things. Facetiming them wasn't enough or a phone call here and there. So I sold my mansion and headed home to Big Sky. Been here a few months now. Over the years I'd made sure that they had gotten their mini bikes when they were old enough for them, and later their dirt bikes. Got me my own place and moved the kids in with me. Since being back I haven't missed anything. Getting to their games and whatever they were in. Getting used to being a full time parent. Which I love, and I encourage the kids to still go to Michael and Zoe if they need to for anything. That I'm always here for them though. Michael, Zoe and I are right back in the groove too enjoying life. They are both turning sixteen this year, and I can't wait to take them to get their first Harleys.