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Fly is oblivious to more than just Kai and River. 😉 I wonder if it’s Heather or Boone makes him feel the most pressure.

September Kai I’ve woken up in numerous questionable places after a wild night. On someone’s lawn with frost on my clothes, beds I don’t own, couches, floors, the side of a pool once… but this might be one of the worst. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. My head is splitting open but that steady soothing rhythm keeps lulling me back into oblivion. Too bad whatever drug I accidentally ingested wasn’t one that took my memory, because I know exactly where I am, and who’s che

He’s getting there. Kai went to a party because he was lonely, then ate some edibles not knowing what they were because he was already drunk. Then wandered to the Calloways on muscle memory and some weird part of his lizard brain. He tripped and fell on his face in the process.

September River I thought that I would get rid of Kai once Fly had a girlfriend. Instead, he’s fucking everywhere. I run into him at least three times a week, and he makes some sort of comment or pass at me. Guess that backfired royally. I might just kill him by the time the season starts and I have to interact with him daily. It’s late and I finally settle into bed and put on a movie to watch while I fall asleep. Fly has been out all day and I’ve just been hanging out here alon

August, Freshmen year, Roanoke, VA Playlist song 14: Get Lucky- Halestrom Ash- I pick at the callouses on my fingers as Ben goes over a few notes from practice. We have a show in a week at a small local venue. It’ll be the third show we’ve played together, but for me the nerves have yet to fade. Ben drifts into a side conversation with Miles about the upcoming football season, and their words blur into background noise. I yawn for the tenth time since we stopped playing. Nurs

August Kai - My shot sails over the crossbars and rattles against the plexiglass. Miss. Again. This is going well. I’ve been out here over forty minutes and haven't hit more than half my shots. Coach would have my ass if he saw me like this. I don’t even have proper gear on. I’m basically in street clothes, skates and gloves. The rest of my gear is still sitting in my locker. I sigh and skate after the puck, dragging it back to my mark to line up another shot. Maybe I just

Wyatt- There is one hundred percent something wrong with me, and it’s not that I’ve been staring at Sky’s ass for the last ten minutes, or that it’s kind of turning me on. Though that may be part of it. There’s still probably five to ten minutes left before my alarm goes off, and a good hour before sunup, but there was no chance of falling back asleep once I started waking. I think this is the second week in a row where I’m waking well before I’m supposed to. Normally I’m a solid sleep

In one of the recent AIOITW chapters there’s a text conversation between Kai, Flynn, and Noah, where Kai is talking about wanting a dog. That’s about where the rescue volunteering started. not necessarily secret from Fly, like Kai has mentioned it to him in the past, but it didn’t really stick in Fly’s head. Like if River were to ask him about it, hed say something like “oh yeah, I think he does sometimes. He always wanted a dog.”

All of their assumptions about each other are indeed very incorrect. River will get there, it takes him a minute to get over past perceptions, but oh boy, once he does… he has a whole new set of problems. needless to say his perception of his brother is going to change pretty drastically. And Fly is not an intentionally neglectful or self absorbed person. He is just someone who never really had to struggle through anything. His family is wealthy, he’s good looking, charismatic, popular, good at sports, he’s just always been at the top and it skews how he looks at and handles things. and while he works hard at hockey and it’s his dream, he’s about to loose the emotional safety net he has in Fly and River when he goes to California and doesn’t know how to deal with that. and like River, he struggles with how other people view him. (Which River eludes to in this chapter)

Wait until he Kai starts learning more about River 😏

July River- “River.” No. Whatever it is, just no. My head is pounding as if someone took a hammer to the inside of my skull, and I refuse to move. The room is too bright even with my eyes closed, like the sun came out just to punish me. “Riiiiiivveeeer.” Wren's voice is far too light and cheery and awake and I throw an arm over my ear to block her out. Then she slides her cool hand deliberately against the bare skin on my hip where my shirt has ridden up. “Fuuucck

😉 I have like 6 books planned for this series. one for; Noah/Ash, Kai/River, Jax/Jace, Zak/Eli, Fly, and a second one for Noah/Ash.

April, Freshman year, Roanoke, VA (Age 19) Playlist Song 13: The Impression That I Get - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Ash- “Why are they always screaming?” Noah asks, gaze still glued to the TV. I roll my eyes and remind myself, for what feels like the hundredth time, to always turn off whatever I’m watching when Noah comes over. We’re lying on opposite ends of the couch in my living room. My legs are draped across each of Noah’s thighs, one of Noah’s feet is tucked under my e

July Kai- So far this summer can kiss my unusually tanned ass. It is hot as balls outside and I feel like I’m melting 24/7 and perpetually damp. I don’t know how I haven’t shriveled up and blown away with how much I’m sweating on a daily basis. I was not born for this weather. I was made to be on the ice, like a fucking penguin. This is torture. The only relief I get is ice time, and even then I’m still sweating. I crank up the A/C in my Subaru and turn every vent towards

June River- I honestly hate going out. The only reason I usually put up with it is because my team, Fly, Wren, and sometimes Sully, expect me to be there. And it’s usually a convenient way to get laid. Even that has become less frequent lately. When left to my own devices, I don’t leave the house unless it’s for hockey purposes, or sometimes food. But here I am squished into an Uber with Wren and her stupid boyfriend Mark, on our way to some bar she frequents. Her insistence was