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
—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.