“Since when do I have to tell you everything?”
“Another guy moved into your house and you decided not to mention it?” Zeke snapped, the tension rising across his shoulders, making him visibly angry. “Is he cute?”
“What with having a boyfriend; I hadn’t actually noticed!” Emmett growled back, “can we just go back to having a nice dinner now?”
Zeke huffed, but picked up his chopsticks again, and held the carton from the Thai noodle bar near his chest as he turned back to the television. Emmett
voice of experience: be aware that if you write about your friends, even if they've said you can, you can cause some serious tension within your friendship group. I lost people over a similar situation.
I'm not saying don't do it, just be really bloody careful.
I will leave you exactly where Oli and Boris left me. I always say I don't plan, and few people really believe this, but I did not know I had reached the end until within 3000 words of the end. And suddenly, they were gone.
of course he could have done a fine arts degree at Brighton, but the dream, was Cambridge - it is hard to transpose one course with another. Better to go somewhere you don't so much want to be and do something else. a more practical course to make his parents happy, and staying home to keep him safe.only two more left.
Thanks you, and I'm sorry.Yes, Oli settled for many things: he settled for a different university, settled for a fuck-buddy, and being alone. But Boris is not something he "settled" for. Even though they are different shapes, this relationship is everything they could both ever need. Neither has settled for less, what they have is beautiful.
“I can’t believe your mum knows,” Oli couldn’t much believe it either, but he was more than happy to let Boris play out the conversation as they travelled home on the almost deserted bus, “I mean, she knows what he’s doing and she’s… OK… with it?” The young man gathered the wolf up into his lap and hugged him tightly. Oli nuzzled him back. “How long have you known?”
Oli looked up at him, the weariness clear in his big brown eyes.
“That long? She’s not that old. He started screwing her when she
I am not responsible for the rising cannibalistic tendencies.
It's very loud.
If there were three Sasha's none of us would currently be at a keyboard...
Tim, quit drooling.
Inu and Suk are named for Inuksuk, the First Nations route markers built out of stones by the side of paths.
You're reading, vis a vis, I'm winning.
I'm not sure I like knowing this.