All Chapters of The Art of Life and Love: The Second Symphony : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I know this is… different, but I have somethin' I gotta get off my chest," he said as he scratched his arm. That meant Tony was nervous. Dillon stayed quiet. "I wouldn't have said anything if it wadn't for the fact that it's got me feelin' mad guilty and it's gotten worse." He came further into the room and hopped on the bed and positioned himself until he laid next to where Dillon sat on the edge. When he settled, he saw Tony gesture for him to lay next to him. There was definitely a certain tension in his body language and apprehension in his gaze. Dillon got up and rolled next to him. While he decided on what he wanted to say, Tony reached over and gently squeezed his hand. "I've been havin' a hard time lately with… my sex drive and chicks. I'll say it bluntly… it's gotten worse and includes other guys a lot more now. When yer not here, I keep myself level headed by uhm… w-well… I-I watch porn. A lot of porn, dude. Straight porn usually, but lately there's been more and more de

  "I've thought about it. Probably like a small house with lot'sa land. Away from the city. Dogs are assumed, as long as they're nice sized ones. Some huskies or shepherds would be nice. Even Great Danes. Cats, I don't know. They seem fairly dangerous and problematic," Tony said matter-of-factly.   "No chihuahuas?

  When Dillon saw the two leather loops on the strap on either side of the brace, he couldn't resist. How did he not notice them until then? In hindsight, Tony had certainly noticed them and Dillon had

  Dillon opened the bathroom door and stepped out. He was mostly dressed, but decided he wanted a different shirt. Upon closer inspection the red and white striped shirt had a monstrous slurpie stain from when Kat dropped an entire slurpie on his lap. That had been a riot. He, Kat, and Brenden had gone to Dorney Park the summer previous, and on the way home they stopped to get slurpies. She was the driver, with Dillon in the front seat and Brenden in the back. Bad idea. Brenden poked Kat in the side as she tried to juggle her slurpie, wallet, phone, and keys and the whole cup

  Once he gloved his hands, Tony screwed the reservoir he pre-filled with primer into the paint gun head, turned on the air pump, and got to work. It always calmed him when he painted. He would develop a cool focus that was something akin to Dillon's 'chef-mode'. Call it