When fourteen-year-old Daniel and his mother are kicked out by his stepfather, they have to move to a housing estate in a different part of town, and Daniel has to change schools. He has a hard time making friends, and it only gets worse when one of his classmates takes a rather unhealthy interest in him. His only comfort, to his great surprise, turns out to be the last person he could have expected; the popular and gorgeous Michael Storm.
I pulled on my jacket. The sleeves were slightly frayed and the lining torn, but it kept me warm enough for this time of year.
‘Mum, I’m off!’ I called. There was no answer. I sighed and walked down the hall towards the kitchen.
My mother was sat at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette. She looked small, ashen faced and frail, staring blankly out the window.
‘Mum?’ I asked softly.
She turned her head slowly. ‘Oh. Yeah. Have a good day, Danny.’ She smiled, but it didn’t really r
I ran out of likes, but thank you all so much! I had a wonderful, if exhausting birthday, as I played a gig last night. Great way to spend a birthday, I think. Not the first time that's happened.
You guys are all amazing! Thank you so much for birthday wishes and cakes and everything! I am so moved, and feel so loved!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Homecoming
Lillies—a huge bouquet—entered Mark’s hospital room, with Ben just barely visible behind. He was pleased to see Mark sitting up in his bed, solving a crossword puzzle. It had somehow entirely failed to surprise him to discover that Mark, with all his wild punk sensibilities, enjoyed crosswords.
Mark looked up when he entered and smiled widely. ‘Hey!’
‘Hey.’ Ben put down the bouquet and sat on the edge of the bed, placing a kiss on Mark’s forehead. ‘How are you f
It’s not about
me
what I am
not really
It’s about
how you see me
what you need me to be
what I am to you
And it’s still true
Because
isn’t that what all relationships are?
Are we not all
each other’s blank canvases
onto which we project each other?
Are we not all
each other’s mirrors
showing us what we can be?
Are we not all
each other’s truths?
Let me be your canvas
and your mirror
so you can project the world onto me
and I can reflect your light
the beauty of your words
Logan can seem kind of gruff and serious, but he can be a pretty chill bro when the mood hits. As for Wade pissing on Daken... Since I've already established a mild watersports kink, it just really seemed like the sort of thing he'd do, you know?
Oh, crap. Thanks for pointing that out, I'll go fix it ASAP. It's one out of two words I always get confused when spelling... The other being beaurocracy. Beuraucrasy. Bureaucracy? There. Got it right that time.