I dialed Brian's number for the fifth time. I tapped my fingers against the counter as it rang once, then twice, then three times. As usual, he didn't pick up. I sighed as I heard the "You've reached the McKinley residence. We can't take your call, but please feel free to leave a message!"
I had fallen asleep on Maxxie's lap, the sound of some Batman movie playing softly in the background. Through my sleep, however, I suddenly heard the sound of a key jiggling in a lock. My eyes fluttered open and I raised my head off of Maxxie. He patted my hair once before standing up off the couch. I rubbed my eyes groggily and waited. I could hear an overly high-pitched voice giggling and a deeper voice—one that was definitely not Maxxie's—laugh. In my dazed confusion I couldn't help but wonder, weren't Maxxie's parents split? Then I remembered his mom's date.
"Hey Max." I turned to my right. There were four girls standing in front of me, smiles on all their faces. I knew one of th
I groaned internally. We had walked for what seemed like forever. My feet ached and although it was almost November, I could feel sweat trickling down my forehead. I wiped the trickling droplet with the back of my hand as Maxxie continued to search frantically.
Brian was more than thrilled to have been saved by me, or as he saw it, Batman. As we walked along the sidewalk, my cap bil
I was drawing my Robin costume when we were in free period. I made it look slightly manlier than Robin's actual costume, but there weren't many touch ups. I then noticed Maxxie peering over my shoulder and I quickly closed the book, smiling.
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