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  1. Happy Birthday!


  3. Chapter 2 is on it's way! Had to step away from writing for some personal issues.

  4. Chapter One of The Wilderman Assignment has been completed. I am going to start on Chapter 2! Enjoy!

  5. I have just finished the 21 chapters of  the love song of Lenny Bradshaw, OMG its amazing! I love and can't wait to read more of it. I have also read chapter 1.1 and 1.2 of the Wilderman assignment, I like what I have read so far and I'm looking forwarded to reading more. Thank you posting. 




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      Bryce Lee


      Thank you for taking the time to read my work. When I wrote The Love Song of Lenny Bradshaw, I had difficulty finishing it. I deeply enjoy the characters so much and I'm totally open to finishing the story at a later time.

      I'm glad you are enjoying The WIlderman Assignment. I just finished Chapter One and I can't wait to start Chapter 2. I hope you will like it! Thank you for reaching out. That means a lot!!!


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    Thank you all for the comments! More is coming! I promise!
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      Glad to be back! Thanks for welcoming back!

  8. Teddy’s POV The last day before Christmas break had Teddy feeling like a million bucks. Not only had he aced his Calculus final, Ms. Potter, his favorite guidance counselor at Hawthorne Academy, had agreed to write him a letter of recommendation for a very important scholarship. Teddy was a big guy – six foot two and roughly 250 pounds of muscle to be exact – but in that moment he felt at least twice, maybe three times his size. As he strode towards his locker, he thought about the very special evening he had planned. “I’m pretty sure I just bombed my history final.” Miranda looked the opposite of a million bucks as she leaned against the locker adjacent to Teddy’s. “That bad?” Teddy swapped out his Calculus binder for English notebook. “Remember the Hindenburg?” Teddy had taken his history final the day before, albeit with a different teacher, and he was pretty sure he’d aced it as well. “Yeah,” he said as he shut his locker. “Well, it was ten times worse than that.” “Oh, the humanity,” Teddy said. “Maybe it’s not as bad as you think it is. Wanna grab lunch? It’s tot day. My treat.” Miranda threw her arms around his bulky frame and laid her head on his shoulder. “This is why we’re friends. You always know exactly what to say. Love you, Teddy Bear.” “Love you, too, M.” “What’s that,” she asked nodding at the book in his hand. Teddy held up a tattered copy of The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan. “Just something I picked up at the bookstore.” Miranda scrunched her nose. “Since when do you read?” “I read,” Teddy said with faux defensiveness. “Sweetie, text messages from your hot as hell boyfriend do not count.” Teddy folded his arms over his massive chest. “I’ll have you know I’ve read like eight books since October.” “This new interest in reading wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain Lit major, would it?” Teddy’s mouth contorted into a grin Miranda often described as adorable. Just the mere mentioning of Grant Thibodeaux made his heart race and his face turn an obscene shade of pink. “I sort of told him I was a huge reader, which is a lie, so I figured if I actually started reading then technically what I said is no longer a lie.” “Yes, because that’s how lying works,” Miranda said. “So, when do you get to see your hot college man again?” “Tonight my dad’s having dinner with my mom for their anniversary, so I’ll have the house to myself.” “I think it’s sweet your parents still celebrate their anniversary even though they’re divorced. Your stepdad must be really understanding.” “Sweet isn’t exactly how I’d describe it,” Teddy said. “When couples break up they’re supposed to stay broken up. They’re not supposed to meet up at the most expensive restaurant in town to have dinner followed by drinks at the hotel bar across the street. That’s not normal.” Miranda shrugs her shoulders. “Look, my parents have been married for 25 years and I’ve never seen them kiss. Not even once. I’m not exactly an expert on what’s normal and what isn’t. Do you think your mom and dad you know when they meet up?” “Miranda, it’s tater tot day and the last thing I want to be thinking about before I go to town on some tots is my parents getting it on at the Double Tree.” “I’m sorry. You’re right. Parents having sex is disgusting. No matter how attractive they are. And your dad is pretty hot. For an older guy. But you’re right. Disgusting. Sorry I brought it up.” Teddy shook his head. “You’re so weird.” “Yes, but you love me.” Miranda grabbed his hand and started pulling him in the direction of the cafeteria. “C’mon. Let’s go get you some tater tots and then you can tell me all about your plans for tonight.” In a different story, Teddy Montgomery and Miranda Lozano would have been the perfect high school couple. The hunky varsity linebacker and the cheerleader with the perfect hair, the perfect smile, the perfect everything, had met in study hall during their freshmen year and had been stuck to each other like glue ever since. They dated briefly, emphasis on briefly, during their sophomore year before Teddy confessed that in addition to them sharing an affinity for white chocolate mochas from Starbucks and reruns of the Golden Girls, they both had a crush on the same guy. Richie Reagan was a senior on the football team and easily the hottest guy at school. In that moment, the two decided to end their relationship in favor of being the best friends they were meant to be. “So, what time is he coming over?” “Seven,” Teddy said as he tried to pile as many tater tots onto his tray as he possibly could. “I’ve got to trim. Grant’s not a fan of hair.” Miranda reached up and touched the thick, dark beard growing along his jaw and grimaced. “So we’re saying bye-bye to your beard?” “No not my beard.” The gray-haired cashier gave him a knowing look as he handed her a crisp ten-dollar bill for both their lunches. “I’m so glad I’m a girl,” Miranda sighed. “And what are you going to wear? I can come over and help you pick something out.” Teddy sat his tray down on one of the long tables at the center of the room. Miranda took the seat directly across from him and began pouring a liberal amount of ketchup on top of her mountain of tots. “I was gonna throw on some sweatpants and a T-shirt. Clean of course.” “That’s what you’re wearing on your date?” Teddy swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and then ran both his hands down the front of his jeans. “Why not?” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders. “I won’t be wearing them for long.” He winked at her and shoveled a handful of tater tots into his mouth. Miranda cradled her chin in the palms of her hands. “I miss sex. Maybe Grant can introduce me to one of his friends.” “Both of Grant’s best friends are gay.” “I’m not picky.” “You’re not desperate either.” Teddy reached across the table and placed his large hand on top of hers. “Babe, we’re gonna find you someone.” “You promise?” He held out his pinky finger. “Promise. You will have someone to kiss by the time the ball drops.” “Mm, that sounds nice.” Miranda linked her pinky with his. “Teddy Bear?” “Yes?” “Until you do find me a guy, a really, really hot guy who bears a striking resemblance towards Idris Elba, please do not say ball to me again.” ▼ On page 133 of volume 91 of the Hawthorne Green and Gold, underneath the heading ‘Superlatives’, there was a photo of a freshman with an absurd amount of facial hair. The giant-sized 15-year-old wore an untucked emerald green polo shirt and frayed cargo shorts, a New Orleans Saints beanie pulled tight over bushy auburn hair, was sprawled out on the mown lawn in front of the school. The caption beneath the photo read: Raymond Theodore Montgomery – “Most Chilled”. As Teddy stepped out of the shower, he felt anything but chilled, even after standing under the icy spray for twenty minutes. He felt sick. Not sick because he ate way too many tater tots at lunch. This was something totally different and he was 99.9% sure he knew what it was. Miranda had once described a similar feeling. His name was Evan Prescott and the two of them had met while volunteering at a sports camp for middle schoolers. After several weeks of mutual flirting and frantic makeouts in the equipment closet culminating in the both of them losing their virginities to each other in the bed of his pickup truck parked in a lot behind an abandoned warehouse, Miranda started feeling sick. “I love him,” she’d confessed as the two of them drank wine coolers on her back porch during Fourth of July weekend. “You’re joking,” Teddy took a swig, the tangy apple taste flooding his taste buds. “Right?” “I wish I were joking.” Miranda popped up from her spot on the porch swing and began pacing. “Have you ever liked someone so much it literally hurt. Like all over. Your heart, your skin, your bones…everything hurts.” Teddy lowered his bottle and lowered his gaze to the floorboards beneath his bare feet. The only person he could think of was Jason Sloane, the only other openly gay kid at their school. Sure Teddy liked Jason but sometimes it felt that their mutual interest in each other was rooted in the fact that they were the only other gay guy, their age that either of them knew. And to his knowledge, Jason had never caused him pain – unless you count that one time he bit his bottom his lip and drew blood during a particularly enthusiastic makeout in the boiler room at school. “No.” “That’s what I feel right now, Teddy. My whole body hurts. My stomach is in knots. And it’s only when I’m not with him. Whenever we’re together, the pain goes away and the moment we leave each other it’s back.” Miranda collapses in the spot next to him on the swing. “I love him, Teddy.” “I believe you.” Miranda leaned her head against his shoulder. Teddy could feel her tears soaking through the thin fabric of his Panic! at the Disco T-shirt. He lifted his arm up and curled it around her, drawing her close to his body. “I’m worried that if I tell him, he might not feel the same way,” she whispered against his chest. “And I don’t know if I can handle that.” The silence that followed was unbearable. Teddy held her close like he’d done so many times before, although for different reasons. His friend, his very best friend, someone he cared a lot about, someone he loved, was hurting and there was nothing he could do about it. He wished in that moment he could feel her pain and then maybe he could fully understand how she felt. He wondered if one day he would be able to feel something similar. “Whatever happens, you know I’m here for you,” he said. “Right?” “I know,” she’d said, her voice barely hear over the cacophony of nighttime noises happening all around them. “I love you.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, too.” Teddy gripped the bathroom sink to keep himself from crumpling onto the cold, slick tile. He’d only known Grant Thibodeaux for a short time, two months and 13 days to be exact, but he was pretty sure he was in love with him. Scratch that. He loved him. After doing the breathing exercises his therapist had taught him several months ago, he calmed himself down long enough to throw a towel around his waist and duck across the hallway to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed and locked the door and then walked over to sit on his bed. The clock next to his bed read a quarter after seven. Grant had messaged him earlier to say he would arrive around eight. Teddy had arrived home from school shortly after three and had done little to nothing to prepare for the evening. He’d waited an entire week to be with Grant and now that it was finally going to happen, he wished he had more time. He stood up, the dark blue towel falling to the floor and walked over to his desk which he’d cleaned the night before. He found his phone sitting next to his MacBook. He reached for it and began pacing as he listed to Miranda’s shitty ringtone. “What’s up?” He could hear women arguing in the background. It was Friday which meant she was catching up on whatever episode of the Real Housewives she’d missed during the week. “I’m in love,” he blurted. “What?” He squeezed the phone in his hand so hard he was sure it would shatter into so many tiny pieces. “No – not in love. I love him. Miranda, I love Grant.” “You love him,” she said. “I love him. That same feeling you described to me…I feel it too.” “Sweetie, do you need me to come over?” “Yes,” he said. “Well, no. Grant will be here soon and now I don’t want to wear sweatpants and a T-shirt anymore because it seems super basic and I just want to be perfect.” “Teddy, I’m going to need you to calm down and talk slower for me, okay?” “I’m a fucking wreck, Miranda and now I’m yelling at you and I shouldn’t be yelling at you.” “That’s it. I’m coming over.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not fine. I’m putting my bra back on. I’ll be there in like…ten minutes.” “What about Grant?” he asked. “Just text him and say you had to run an errand or something. Tell him to come at eight-thirty instead. I’m gonna run by Walgreens and grab a few things and then I’ll be right over. When I get there, I want you wearing something nice. Preferably clean. What about that periwinkle sweater I bought you?” Teddy moved over to his dressed and yanked open the middle shelf. He found the sweater and pulled it out. “I got it.” “Black jeans and the Steve Madden boots you bought last year, and you should be good to go. Oh, and don’t forget to do you hair like they did in that YouTube video we watched.” Teddy slipped on a pair of snug boxer briefs and walked back across the hall to the bathroom. His hair was still wet as he reached for the product he’d spent almost sixty bucks on. “I’m gonna hang up, okay? I’ll see you soon.” He cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder blade as he ran the product through his longish hair. “Miranda, you’re the best. The fucking best. I’m so lucky to have you.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I already know that. You can make it up to me over brunch tomorrow,” she said. The call ended and even though he was far from feeling 100% about the evening or what he was feeling, he felt infinitely better. As he applied deodorant in front of the bathroom mirror, he thought back to his best friend and her first love. Miranda had waited until Labor Day before she told Evan how she felt about him and even though he thanked her for telling him and confessed to feeling similarly, he never called or texted again. All of his social media disappeared. He never replied to any of her emails. And even though the pain of loving him disappeared, it was quickly replaced with a pain of a different sort. “Do you still love him?” he’d asked her a few weeks ago. They were laying on the floor of her bedroom, their bodies going in opposite directions, their heads next to each other. The room was dark and The Weeknd was playing. “Yeah,” she said. “But not in the way I thought.” He sat up, elbow against the side of her bed. “What do you mean?” “I should hate him,” she said. “He said, and I quote, ‘I love you, too’ and then I never heard from him again.” “Do you think he meant it?” Miranda sighed and reached for his hand. Their fingers intertwined. “Who knows. People say things they don’t mean all the time.” “I swear that if I ever see him, I’m knocking the shit out of him.” Miranda laughed. It was a weak laugh, but it felt good for him to hear it. “Don’t even bother. He’s not worth it.” “He broke your heart.” “Yeah. He did. But what about all of the time before?” “Before you said you loved him?” “Yeah.” “Do you regret saying it?” “No. I don’t. I had a thought the other day. Everything felt once I realized we were over is proof that I meant what I said. If I didn’t feel anything for him, I probably wouldn’t have thought twice about him dumping me. Everything I felt prior to saying ‘I love you’ is real and everything that came after was real as well. At the end of the day, what happened to me fucking sucked but at least it was real.” “Never thought of it that way.” “I think I want to start dating again.” “Really? So soon?” “The longer I sit on the sidelines the more I start convincing myself that all men are like Evan Prescott and will treat me the way he did and you and I both know that’s not true.” “I don’t know if I could handle what you went through.” “You’d be surprised what you can handle when you have no choice.” Teddy stood in front of the mirror hanging on the inside of his closet door. His hair looked the best it had look in weeks. His clothes fit in all the right places. He smelled good thanks to the Armani cologne he borrowed from his brother. Even though he knew without a doubt he looked like a million bucks, the knowledge alone could not quell the nausea he felt. He wanted nothing more than to click off his shoes, strip down and climb underneath the covers but the only way the pain would ever go away is if he told Grant how he really felt about him. The doorbell rang at the same time his phone chirped indicating he had a text message. The walk downstairs felt like the green mile to the electric chair. He pulled open the door and there was Miranda on the other end, two plastic bags in hand. “I need you find some candles and set the table,” she said pushing past him. He closed the door and followed her into the kitchen. “Should I order a pizza?” “Just do what I ask, and I’ll handle the rest.” “And what exactly are you doing?” he asked as he watched her unload the plastic bags. “Tonight you’re going to tell your boyfriend how you feel about him,” she said. “And we need to make sure that he receives the message loud and clear.” ▼ “May I see your room?” Teddy finished loading the dishwasher and wiped his hands on a towel. Grant watched from across the room, leaned against one of the stainless-steel countertops. He looked incredible. Teddy had dressed well for the occasion, but Grant looked like he’d stepped off the cover of GQ. His thighs and butt bulged obscenely underneath distressed denim and the muscles in his chest and arms tested the structural integrity of his burgundy sweater. Intense eyes stared back from under bushy, black brows. The only jewelry he wore was an Apple watch and his high school ring. And he smelled amazing. Without a word, Teddy grabbed his hand and led him out of the kitchen, through the den and towards the stairs. Each of the steps groaned beneath them as they slowly ascended. Grant noticed the pictures lining the paneled wall. He paused when he got to a picture of Teddy, his brother and their family. Teddy has been nine at the time of the photo and Ben was twelve. Their parents would divorce the following spring but in that particular moment they all looked happy. “Just you and your brother?” “Yeah, well … I had a sister. An older sister. She di- … she drowned.” Grant sought to meet Teddy’s eyes. Teddy’s gaze immediately fell to the spot on the stairs between them. “I’m so sorry.” Teddy shoved his free hand into his pocket. His fingers toyed with some loose change and lint. “She was three. I wasn’t born yet. I never even knew her. Ben doesn’t even remember her.” “My brother died a few years ago,” Grant spoke after several moments. His thumb rubbed circles into Teddy’s palm. Teddy looked up. Grant’s eyes were so green and so bright for the first couple of weeks of knowing him, Teddy was pretty much convinced he wore contact lens. Grant’s eye color was natural and in that moment, while looking into them, a delicious warmth traveled the length of Teddy’s spine and quickly spread out to every inch of his body. “Were you close?” “Garrett was my best friend. My mom used to call him my shadow because everywhere I went, he was two steps behind me.” “I wish my brother and I were closer,” Teddy said. “Close.” “Well, as long as both are you are still breathing, there’s always the opportunity to make that happen.” Teddy tried to imagine a life where he and his brother hung out together and watched football or hiked together or sat out on the back porch and talked about all the random shit brothers were supposed to talk about. He thought about the last time he’d talked to his brother. That was eight months ago. He’d asked Ben to meet at their favorite spot down by the pond behind their house. Ben had walked away after Teddy had laid his soul bare. The moment had been heartbreaking, and Teddy had considered throwing himself off the bluff overlooking the mossy water. Ben had been the first person Teddy had come out to and so far the only person to reject him. What if Grant rejected him? If Grant walked out and never spoke to him again, would he be able to handle it? “I didn’t mean to go dark on you.” Grant offered a wan smile. “It’s okay.” Teddy headed up the rest of the steps. “Glad I told you. The only other person who knows is Miranda.” They turned right at the top and Teddy’s room was the second door on the left. “This is my room.” He turned the knob and the door opened. Teddy flicked on the light and the whole room was bathed in a comfortable glow. “So, this is where the magic happens.” Teddy looks over his shoulder just in time to see Grant close the door behind him. Grant Thibodeaux was standing in the middle of his bedroom. This was exactly what Teddy wanted and now that it was happening he could feel himself start to panic. “You okay?” Grant’s hand reached for his arm. They were so close to each other. Teddy loved that his boyfriend was shorter than him. Eight inches to be exact. He loved pressing his head against Grant’s. “I really like you,” he said. The words hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity. The silence that followed was excruciating. His heart was beating so fast and so loud he was pretty sure Grant could hear. Another wave of nausea crashed over him. He figured that once he said the words everything would go away but then he realized he hadn’t said the words, or at least the words he wanted to say. “I really like you, too.” Grant’s breath was cool against his face and smelled like spearmint. He stepped away and moved over towards Teddy’s bed. He sat down on the edge facing the only window which overlooked the backyard. He patted the spot next to him. “Hey, come sit.” Teddy obeyed and claimed the spot next to Grant. “Teddy, um … do you mind if I ask you something?” Teddy looked up and nodded. “I never got a chance to ask you or – maybe I just assumed because you’re you, I mean look at you, you’re obviously very hot and I wouldn’t be surprised if you had guys and girls throwing themselves at you 24/7 and I guess, well what I’m trying to say is you’re young, I mean technically we both are but I’ve had some experiences and I guess I figured maybe you’ve had some experiences as well but now I’m thinking that maybe I shouldn’t have assumed you had.” Grant bit his lower lip and shifted so the two of them were facing each other. “Does that make sense?” “I, I think I get what you’re getting at and -.” Teddy considered his words carefully. A lot of the guys at school, most of them his teammates, had often bragged about the girls they’d hooked up with. Teddy had always pretended to be engrossed by whatever was inside his gym locker or on his phone whenever this conversation inevitably took place. If he’d told those guys, some of them his friends, he was holding off on rounding any bases because he’d fantasized about his first time being in a moment like this with a guy like Grant he would’ve been laughed right out of the locker room. Grant had said he was experienced. Experienced at what exactly? According to the many sites Teddy had found himself on late at night when everyone else was asleep, there were so many things one could do without doing it and he was pretty sure he’d done most of them. Had Grant done more? Had he done it? Grant placed his hand on his knee. “Look, I don’t want to pressure you.” “No, it’s no pressure at all,” Teddy said. “It’s a totally valid question and I want to answer it honestly. I’m…uh … my experience is very limited.” “That’s okay. Thanks for telling me.” “That bother you?” “Of course not,” Grant said. “Why would that bother me?” Teddy shrugged. “I dunno. I was just thinking that maybe if we ended up … well, I would need some time to catch up. I’m a fast learner.” “It’s not a race, Teddy. And when that happens and judging by our surroundings, I think there’s a great chance we might be heading in that direction sooner rather than later, I want you to know that I want you to feel completely comfortable. With me. With us.” “I am comfortable with you.” “Are you sure?” Grant asked. “Because you’ve been shaking ever since you walked through the door.” “I love you.” Teddy stood up immediately. Before he could walk away, he felt a hand around his wrist. The hand pulled him back into his spot on the edge of his bed. “Nope! You’re not running off,” Grant said. “At least not before I’ve had a chance to say what I have to say.” Teddy squeezed his eyes shut and waited. He had managed to say everything he’d wanted to say but now came the hard part. Instead of words he felt something soft against his lips. Grant’s trimmed goatee tickled his chin as the tip of his tongue casually slipped between his parted lips. There had been so many kisses but this, by far, was the best one. Before he had time to truly savor the moment, Grant’s lips were gone. “I never told you this, but do you remember when we met?” Teddy remembered how that night started and he remembered waking up the next morning with the hangover from hell. Everything else had been a blur. When he’d reached for his phone that morning, he’d had a text message from Grant. “I thought you were cute the moment I saw you,” he continued. “The guy you came with ditched you as soon as you crossed the threshold and I felt bad for you because you didn’t know anyone. The funny thing is I have shitty gaydar, so I was completely taken aback when you asked for my number. By then you’d had a few beers. You were drunk but you weren’t obnoxious about it. I remember asking for your name and instead of just telling me you pulled out your wallet. I think you thought you were showing me your license, but you actually pulled out your ID. Your school ID. That’s how I found out you were in high school. Naturally I freaked out so instead of giving you my real number I just made up one.” “You did?” Teddy’s face was contorted with confusion. “Yeah…but then you kept hanging around and we started talking more and more and then the guy you came with came over and said he was heading out. Before you left, you leaned in to kiss me but instead of shoving your tongue down my throat like most drunk guys probably would, you kissed me on the cheek. I thought that was the sweetest thing any guy has ever done to me. That was when I realized I liked you.” “I don’t remember any of that.” “That’s okay because I remember all of it,” Grant said. “Just like I remember how I walked you out to your friend’s truck and while the two of you were arguing about something, I casually slipped your phone out of the pocket of your jacket and saved my real number. Then I texted my phone from yours, so I’d have your number. The rest, as they say, is history.” “Hopefully I didn’t embarrass myself too much.” “You didn’t. You were a perfect gentleman…which is one of so many things I love about you, Teddy.” Teddy lifted his head up and looked at Grant. Grant was smiling at him. His teeth were so white and so straight and so perfect. “And yes, you heard me correctly. I love you, Teddy. I’ve known for quite some time now how I feel about you, but I only waited until now because I didn’t want to scare you.” “I didn’t realize how I felt until a few hours before you got here,” Teddy said. “So, what do we do now?’ Grant grabbed both of his hands and leaned forward until both of their heads touched. “Whatever you want to do. If you need to wait, I will completely understand.” “Tonight has me feeling like maybe I don’t want to wait.” “Well maybe I don’t want to wait either,” Grant said. “Good,” Teddy said. “Patience has never been my strong suit.” He tilted his head and captured Grant’s mouth with his own.
  9. Happy birthday, Bryce. Hope we'll see you here again, soon. Tim

  10. Thank you so much Tim! Thank you for your unwavering support! I appreciate your kind words and support, Gary! Thank you so much!
  11. Dear loyal readers of The Love Song of Lenny Bradshaw, I regret to inform you that as of today I have ceased writing on the story I have been submitting to Gay Authors over the last few months. Maybe I will finish it. Maybe I will not. The important thing is that I need to take a moment to step back and write on my own for a bit. With that said, I will continue to support my fellow writers. I have read some awesome pieces on this site and I cannot wait to read more. Thank you to those who, without fail, logged in every week to check in on Casey and Lucas and Lenny and the whole gang. That meant more than I can ever express. I hope to continue to chat with each of you and who knows, one day soon I will find the strength and confidence to finish Casey's story. Until then, thank you all very much. XOXO Bryce
  12. Chapter 20 is coming! I have been going through some intensive training at my job and I have been exhausted. I promise to have Chapter 20 submitted by the end of this weekend! Thank you all for being so patient!
  13. Lisa: As always take you so much for your continued readership. To answer your question, the flashback with Fox and Casey took place after Casey snuck out while being with Finn the night before and the two of them took a walk before Casey returned back to his room. The reason Casey had not heard from Finn yet because Finn had just left a couple hours earlier. The library parts take place the morning after. Yeah. The rollercoaster is climbing up the final hill and things are really about to go down. I hope you like and you will get answers soon! Bryce
  14. Lisa: Sorry my response comes so late. As always I am always thrilled to hear your thoughts. I am inclined to agree with you about Lenny's actions being inexcusable even if it opened the door for Finn to enter the picture a year later. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you continue to enjoy! Bryce
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