Dex stumbles back as I slam his locker shut from behind. His back briefly touches by chest before I shift to the side. He toward me, his face contorted in a way that looks like he isn’t quite sure how to respond.
“I, uh, wasn’t done in there.” He looks at me a second longer before dialing his combination again, the curls in his hair bouncing a little as he shakes his head.
“We need to talk.”
He doesn’t say anything at first as he grabs his math book and stuffs
“I’m not going.” Ian sits on the edge of his bed, kicking at an empty soda can on the floor.
“Yeah, you are. I told dad we’d both come.” The bag I pull out of the closet has a slight odor to it, like it got wet and didn’t dry properly. I look inside and find a wet towel. I throw it into the laundry basket and shake the bag out.
“You know I don’t like going down there.” He stares off, his eyes pointed toward a bulletin board with doodles he and Dex draw during class, but h
Thank you for your compliments.
I took a very long break from this story for personal reasons. My intention was always to come back and finish it. I even have the story planned out to the end. But when I started to write again, I felt I had lost Caleb's voice. I just couldn't get back in to that headspace. I hope to finish it if I can find it again. That's one reason I started I new story. I thought that writing something may help me get back into the groove of writing fiction (I've been writing so much for academic purposes it was hard to transition at first). There are things I'd want to change because I didn't really start a plan out to the end until half-way through. So here's to hoping.
Aren’t there some things that are just unexplainable? Like, right now we can’t really prove the existence of aliens, but we can’t really disprove it either, right? It’s a mystery. Maybe that’s kind of like how feelings are? Like I can’t really prove or disprove how I feel about a lot of things. The feelings are just there. They don’t mean anything, just chemicals firing away and like, causing emotions and-
“Zane!”
Like this whole thing with Dex. Like, kissing is fun and f
Zane McDonagh isn't really sure what direction he is going. He broke up with his girlfriend and can't stop thinking about his twin brother's best friend. When will things work out?
What a bitch move. As if it weren’t bad enough that she is dating Cal-fucking-Dawson, she has to go update her Snapchat story about everything they are doing all the time. I can’t open fucking Snapchat without seeing her and him with fucking dog ears or something. And if that weren’t bad enough, she sends some of them to only me. What is that? I get that I broke up with her for no reason. I get that she is mad at me. But does she have to torture me like this? I know she hates Cal Dawson as much
Hi! Thank you for reading! I really want to finish it, but you're right, I've lost a little bit of my inspiration. Mainly because I've forgotten where I was going with the story. I've been rereading the chapters and my notes, so hopefully I can regain some direction. There are things I'd like to change in the chapters already out, but I don't know if that will happen until I finish it as a whole product first. Again, I really appreciate your kind words and glad you like the story and the characters!
Sometimes I feel like this year has been a mistake. Maybe I’ll wake up and it will be the first day of school again and things will be simpler somehow. I’ll still be with Avery and Knox will have never happened and I can maybe face things with a different perspective. A closeted, simpler perspective. But then again, I’m glad, for the most part, how things have turned out. I’m out, whether I am ready or not. And that’s no small feat for a sixteen year old who six months ago would have probably ra
Maybe because I hate happy endings...
Nah, I don't know, I've never responded well to happy endings as a reader...they always feel contrived to me.
But it may not be an UNhappy ending. Maybe just....neutral on the happiness scale.
And thanks for the welcome. I've really been struggling with this story. Even when I have time to write, it feel like a chore. But I really want to finish it because I like where I'm going!
I'm sorry that I'm unable to put out chapters sooner. I write this story for fun, but I also have, you know, a life, outside of it. You know, a job, a family, friends, school. Sometimes writing this story isn't at the top of my list. Sometimes I have more important things to worry about. I envy those that can put out chapters so quickly, they must have the life.
Sorry you don't like the story. You don't have to finish it.
I'm sorry that I'm unable to put out chapters sooner. I write this story for fun, but I also have, you know, a life, outside of it. You know, a job, a family, friends, school. Sometimes writing this story isn't at the top of my list. Sometimes I have more important things to worry about. I envy those that can put out chapters so quickly, they must have the life.
Sorry you don't like the story. You don't have to finish it.
I don’t get home until almost midnight. Jake fell asleep in my arms and I felt bad leaving, but my mom kept calling. That’s the hard part about this, because no matter how adult I feel, how many adult messes I get myself into… I’m still just a kid who still has to go home when his mom calls him. And so walking into my house, it feels right to be here. It’s quiet and dark and I like it. I don’t have to explain anything to this place or anyone in it. It takes me and accepts me and nothing can hurt