I sipped my cherry cola in between slamming my thumbs against the Xbox controller. Brian laughed as we played a game on his console. We were both laughing and talking happily, just like the good old times. Everything was just as it was before Jace and I started going out, before Brian told me that he too was gay. I was still sort of getting used to that fact, but of course I would accept him. He was, after all, my best friend.
Not even I knew why I had been so angry towards Brian. After Maxxie had left and I had cooled down, I reflected on it. It seemed as if Maxxie was the only stable thing in my life; I had an adoption to think to think about and John was plotting to kill me. Maxxie—beautiful, magnificent Maxxie—was the only thing that I knew was there f
"Hey," a voice said beside me. I turned to see Brian standing there, a dry smile on his face. I didn't know whether to smil
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face wasn't as bad as it was the day before, but it still looked terrible. It looked as though I had been hit multiple times by a freight train, not to mention it was horribly painful.
I stared at the picture in my hands. It was a family, with a mother and father and child, all of which had identical features. They all had glistening blonde hair and shining blue eyes. They were all good looking, especially in that particular photo. The sun was beaming across their smiling faces. They held each other tightly, as if they would never let go.
My entire body froze as Ms. Gray's words echoed in my brain. We're moving to New York. I felt as if a giant tidal wave was threat
You know how during the summer there's always one week of nothing but thunderstorms? And on one of those nights your parents are out of the house, leaving you alone? You always feel so empty and cold and scared on those nights. That's how I felt about the move; empty and cold and scared.
For a week, I had checked my e-mail obsessively, making sure I hadn't missed the e-mail from Maxxie's father. It was like a game, almost. It took my mind off of everything. Even Maxxie seemed to be happier about everything. Of course, I hadn't told him how John truly felt about me, and I wasn't planning on breaking his happiness by informing him. So, we stayed happy, and that was all we needed.
"How about this?" I peered over the shelf of dusty old sports trophies to see what Melanie was holding up, which was an old
—TEN YEARS LATER—I wake up to warm breath on the back of my neck. My eyes stay closed but I'm aware of Jace kissing my neck and jaw. His arm tightens around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. His breath is warm against my ea
Blood was pounding in my ears. Everyone's eyes were on me. I didn't care, though. I didn't care that I was kneeling in the middle of the rose petal covered aisle with the bride and groom looking on at us with shocked expressions. Actually, everyone
It was quite obvious Mom was freaking out over the wedding. Everything she said included the word 'wedding'. Here's a conversation we had just last week.
I tapped my foot nervously against the floor of the diner. My palms were sweaty and I couldn't help but think over and over again how I should have insisted I meet him at Starbucks or somewhere that wasn't here. But no, he said th
My room was always a safe haven. No matter how bad life got, those walls painted the colour of cream were always there to protect me. When my parents got divorced, off I went to that room, crawled into bed, and thought that the world was going to end in that instant. But things got better. I had some more good memories. Soon my room was just a place where I slept. It had no special meaning.
There are a lot of things in this world that scare me, but I can honestly say that my biggest fear is an angry blonde American girl. "You're a cock sucking asshole," Melanie hissed. I was surprised at her tone and her choice of words. It seemed
He doesn't deserve you, I thought as I slid a piece of duct tape over the cardboard box. I grabbed a marker from my back pocket, wiped my eyes, and wrote MAXXIE'S COMICS
As I walked back to the concert hall I kicked snow to conceal my anger. I was upset with both myself and Maxxie. I was upset with myself because I'd nearly lost control of my temper when I was talking with him. I was upset with Maxxie for obvious reasons; he was being over emotional and irrational. Just because I decided to speak my mind didn't mean he had to go and decide he was moving to New York. The idea was absurd and made my blood boil even more.
A week passed by quickly. I noticed that Jace seemed a little bit fragile looking, like he would break if someone said a certain word. Sure, I knew he was still devastated, so I tried to be extra nice to him. It was hard though because he only gave me one word answers and practically ignored me.