Damond

“Who are we picking up first?” Dillon asked. He was somewhat nervous about this. “Your date,” Mark answered, making a sharp turn down a street. So far, they hadn’t left their neighborhood. “Can I at least know her name at this point? So I’m not all like, hey… you,” Dillon frowned. “Allison,” Mark chuckled. And Dillon still didn’t know who that was. Dillon plopped back into his seat and watched the twilight sky. It was only seven, and the sun was mostly hidden between houses and t

“I got you a date,” Mark chimed happily two days later during first period. “So I can pick you up, and then we can pick up Vickie and your date in my truck so you don’t get lost.” “Who said I would get lost?” Dillon complained. “And do I get to know the name of this girl?” “You’ll get lost because we have to go to Omaha to go bowling, and no, you don’t,” Mark teased. “Why not?” Dillon complained, spreading his arms out over his desk. Aaron rolled his eyes on the side and drummed

I work at an amusement park (hence the idea for this chapter) and you'd be surprised how young/small some kids can be and still handle things like the scrambler... lol.

Dillon groaned and put his head against his desk. Just like Mark had predicted, he’d waited until the last minute to do the summer reading assignment. He’d been up until one reading it. “Who gives an in-class essay on the first day of school?” Dillon complained, scowling at his essay. “You know, advanced classes?” Mark answered. Mark, Dillon, and Aaron all shared the class together. Aaron and Mark sat side by side, and Dillon sat behind Mark. “Why are you even in this class if yo

Alex's mother wasn't happy that he was going back to the city early. "Are you sure you don't need a few more days?" She pleaded. "I'll use the extra time to catch up on my classes," Alex told her. She sighed, and packed him a small box of index-card recipes. She gave him some money to buy a crock-pot, though Alex wasn't sure how inclined he was to use it now. She hugged him tight and warned him off from parties again. Alex's father came down from his office, also wary about Alex going back.

Mark drove up the darkened road, and Dillon felt like it was the perfect setting for a horror movie moment. It was almost ten, and the wheat fields were darker than the sky. The road had no lights, but there was the spot of light up in the distance. “A party in a barn? Are you kidding me?” Dillon complained. “Isn’t it going to smell?” “No, it’s only for storage, and they haven’t harvested yet,” Mark answered tightly. “Stop complaining! It took me so much extra gas to get to your house an

lol no problem >.< But I do that like every summer for the past three years O.o freaked me out a little lol

Dillon didn't know that because I didn't know that .-. guess I shouldn't do that anymore myself... lol

Two weeks later, and Dillon was still committed to football practice. All of his sunburn had turned to a tan, and his mother hated him for it. When she burned, she didn’t tan. Dillon was almost as tanned as Mark. Not that he noticed. Summer just suited Mark. He obviously liked the outdoor sports—the outdoors. And when he ran, or when Dillon was actually able to watch, Mark was amazing. His strong legs and wide stride down the field, the bunch of the muscles in his back as his arms pumped

Dillon lay sprawled out across the bed, with a hand and foot hanging off. He was too big for the single mattress and rickety metal frame, but he was also the youngest and most ‘adaptable’ in the house. So he got the bottom of the barrel, sleeping in a spare bed up in the attic. He was contentedly not moving, sleeping in only his boxers in the Nebraska heat. He jerked awake when his phone started buzzing next to his ear. He glared at the offending device, not recognizing the number—just t

Dillon and his family move to Gretna, Nebraska. It seems relatively normal and not as rural as he thought. He meets Mark, and they become close friends, both trying to figure out their feelings.

Dillon stared out the car window as they merged off the highway. The blur of green fields slowed into shapes—tall corn stalks, farms, and trees. Flat land. The occasional horse or a few cows. “We’re almost there!” Dillon’s mother, Joann, exclaimed and pointed at the fast approaching green and white sign. Gretna, Nebraska. Doom of all dooms. What right-minded family moved to Gretna, Nebraska? Dillon’s parents had moved away just before he was born, and seventeen years later they were

“Here,” Quinn said and held out his hand to Cameron on Monday, during lunch. Cameron stared at the hand for a moment in confusion. “Oh, right,” he remembered. “The worry stone? I didn’t think you’d actually get it for me.” Quinn shrugged and dropped the stone into Cameron’s hand. Cameron turned it over his hand and fitted it between his thumb and index finger. “How much was it?” Cameron asked. “Don’t worry about it,” Quinn mumbled and sat down at the table. Meghan leaned over the

"It had to be the most fun I've ever had," Quinn explained excitedly to Allen. Allen nodded his head, smiling to himself. "That's good. Seems you're getting some better friends, and getting closer with Cameron. How's your father taking your new friends though?" Quinn's smile faltered at that. His father wasn't something he wanted to talk about. "He doesn't... exactly know. He hasn't been around much, lately." "Why's that?" Allen asked; his curiosity piqued. "Well... he and my mom

Ha, this was the first story I read on GA^^