cosmic_dance
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Thank you! One of the things that I set out to do while conceptualizing this story was to make it kind of an antithesis to the typical gay story. I hope I really get to achieve that. I am glad you noticed that deliberate element.
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yes, this is in fact my first story. thank you very much! i'll keep writing to improve the way i write.
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thank you, please expect more!
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hello. thank you for the suggestion. i will look into t (i am relatively new here, so thanks for showing me the ropes)
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thank you lisa! yeah, i kind of had problems with the prologue (accidentally put the first chapter there unwittingly). but thanks for your reviews! I feel happy when i read them
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He was standing right on the bus stop as I stepped out. He was using his phone, his head down, thumb pressing at the screen. I contemplated walking out of his view as fast as I can, but I figured that would be too obvious. I had to play it cool. I felt my face burn as the blood rushed to my head. As I descended the steps from the bus, I saw him still furiously fumbling at his phone. The bus started to leave and the sound of the engine accelerating surprised him. I was standing there looking a
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CHAPTER ONE I fumbled for my phone during the morning when the sun was clearly invisible. I never usually get woken up by my alarm. Sunlight usually bursts through my window enough for me to wake up naturally. But these days, the rain had been relentless and I set up an alarm for 7:30 the night before just in case. It was good to know that alarms still worked for me. On most days I usually have a normal sleep cycle, but these days have been far too busy for me to even warrant a full night's re
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It all happened in that fateful day on the bus. Wes Craig was busy studying for an exam when an aloof Nick Hagen catches his eye. They share a brief moment that might have been contrived by fate, something that Wes is skeptical of ever believing. A story about two boys trying to uncover their feelings as they contemplate the complexities of their existence and how their paths crossed.
