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  1. Rory hurried to keep up with Kieran’s long strides as they walked through the grand halls of the castle, his nerves tightening the closer they got to the training hall. He had no idea what to expect. Would Croft, whoever he was, start testing him right away? Would Kieran just stand there and judge him the whole time? He chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to push away his anxiety. And then—of course—Scarlet appeared. She was waiting for them at the next intersection of the hall, lea
  2. I'd better just keep quiet lol
  3. Yay! So, it was okay? I feel like I editing too much and second guessing myself 😅
  4. Yay! Ive got some help this time around and the ideas are flowing! I'm striving for perfection, but in reality, this is a first draft I'm pulling out my ass 😂
  5. Thanks! Next chapter will probably be up tomorrow for Vday!
  6. Two days after Heimdall’s initial visit, he appeared again at Rory’s doorstep during family dinner, surprising both him and his mother, Ide. “Good evening.” Heimdall in his regal blue robes and hat beamed down at mother and son. “My lady, I was wondering if I might have a word with you about your boy, young Rory here.” Ide’s face paled. “I-I suppose.” She nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, then moved aside to let the high priest in. She started to shut the door when a second, sm
  7. Cautiously, Jesse pushed the front door open and calmly assessed the empty living room. “She must be upstairs,” he muttered to Sam, then gestured the other kids into the room. The twins and Brian hurried inside and plopped themselves down on the couch. Immediately, the boys started fighting over the remote. Sam, rolling his eyes, trailed after the kids, gazing boredly at his phone. “Yay. Can’t wait for cartoons,” he grumbled, throwing himself back in the armchair. “So glad to be home.”
  8. Haha! I'm on the list! 🤩
  9. Jesse and Sam had just settled in to watch another episode of Pawn Stars on the History Channel when the front door burst open with a loud bang, startling Jesse so badly he nearly spilled the bowl of popcorn in his lap. His head snapped toward the doorway just as Shaun stormed in, his presence filling the room with the force of a hurricane. “Shaun?” Jesse said, his voice caught between surprise and confusion as he sat up straighter on the couch. It was 12:30, exactly. He hadn’t been expecti
  10. “Wake up, dipshit.” “Owww! Fuck!!!” Shaun sat up jerkily, clutching his aching mouth. As his blurry vision came into focus, he took his hand away and saw little drops of blood on his fingertips. He looked up angrily to see Gretchen turning away, looking back towards the front of the van. “You fucking bitch…I’m bleeding. Did you just hit me?” “You deserved it. I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes,” Gretchen grumbled. “You’ve been dead to the world since we left the h
  11. NOTE 2: I just fixed the lack of italics. Text messages should be formatted now. NOTE: I just found out they don’t even have basements in Texas. Go figure! So, my research skills absolutely suck (in this case, they were basically non-existent!) but I’ve gone too far to change it now. So, in this alternative universe where my characters live, there are basements in Texas ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
  12. It took a couple minutes for someone to answer, and Kyle was long gone by the time Sam finally came to the door. “Sorry,” he said distractedly, pulling it open wider so Jesse could come inside. “I forgot the door was still locked.” “That’s okay.” Jesse squeezed inside. “I’d rather it was locked then left wide open for some random serial killer on the loose.” “Are there any of those wandering around currently?” Sam asked, smirking. “Who knows, man. Let’s not tempt fate.” Jesse lock
  13. 15 miles away, back in Hallettsville, Jesse was just waking up from a deep, alcohol induced slumber. His head started pounding the second he opened his eyes, and it was made even worse by the repeated buzzing of his phone. Just wanting it to stop, he sat up with a groan and fumbled in his back pocket to answer it. “Uh…hey,” he mumbled, looking dazedly around Kyle’s little bedroom as the night before came flooding back. He thought of Kyle, smiling serenely on his couch as he offered Jesse be
  14. It had been two weeks since Shaun had moved into Gretchen’s and after days of bitching and complaining, she’d finally agreed to hold a practice session. It was Saturday night, the last week of July, and Gretchen and Shaun were sitting in the garage waiting for Ben. “I know you’re wanting to get back in action as soon as possible, but our next show is still weeks away, you know that, right?” Gretchen said boredly from behind her drumkit. She had a six pack next to her, and she reached d
  15. Jesse wasn’t surprised when Shaun and his grandparents came home around noon, Thursday. He’d been expecting it. What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was for Shaun to leave again in just minutes, with black trash bags over his shoulder and that permanent scowl on his face. “He’s moving out…” Jesse murmured to Sam and the baby. “That fucking bastard.” “He’s probably staying with one of his bandmates,” Sam said in agreement. “I’m sure it’s easy, now that he doesn’t have to worry a
  16. Shaun was in a dark place and his body rolled and tumbled through nothingness, twisting and writhing in an endless torment. The silence pressed in on him as he spun faster and faster. He opened his eyes. White. Everywhere. He tried to sit up but oh god he hurt. Everything hurt and his body was incredibly heavy. As he realized he was lying in a strange bed staring at a white ceiling the potent mix of his confusion and fear brewed into a burst of adrenaline. "Arrrragh!" Shaun lurched upr
  17. “You look horrible. What happened?” Shaun stood in the grass, his hair frizzy and tangled, his eyes red, and his clothes rumpled. He looked exhausted. “Party,” he grumbled. “Party?” Jesse closed the door. He was in an undershirt and boxer briefs, but there was no one around. He stepped into the grass and cautiously approached his boyfriend. He stopped three feet away and looked him up and down. “Must have been a hell of a party,” he chuckled nervously. Shaun gazed sadly into his f
  18. Shaun jiggled his leg as another jump scare played out on the TV. Gretchen had put some bullshit movie on. Something with ghosts and Shaun was bored out of his mind. He hated ghost movies. He thought they were a waste of time. He liked stuff with blood and guts and bullets. The living room was small, but cozy, like the rest of the house. The stairs to the room upstairs were along the back wall and Gretchen’s huge TV was on a low cabinet in front of it. There wasn’t room for much else.
  19. Jesse stared after Shaun for what felt like hours. He studied the wood grain on the door, the tarnished brass on the knob as his desperate last words rang in his ears. “Please, don’t go!” But Shaun had walked out the door and shut it behind him. And Jesse wasn’t sure he’d ever return. He was completely numb. His body moved of its own accord as his feet shuffled across the carpet. They led him around to the couch where his knees gave out and he curled up and pulled an arm over
  20. Shaun pulled out of Jesse’s drive and crept down the road. As he approached, he coolly surveyed his grandparent’s house. They’d returned from church and both their cars were in the driveway. By now, Ruth was probably in the kitchen preparing dinner. He didn’t know what to say to his grandma, but he knew he’d have to face her soon enough. Shaun delayed for as long as he could. He let the Mustang coast the last few meters, but nothing clever came to mind. He turned in the driveway and pa
  21. Jesse woke with his head in Shaun’s lap. His head began pounding the second he opened his eyes. He sat up with a groan and squinted around the room. The basement was trashed. Beer cans and snack food wrappers were scattered across the floor. Ben’s travel-sized bong and his other drug paraphernalia were laid out on the coffee table. Ben was asleep, face down on the chaise section of the couch with a leg dangling off the end. Gretchen lay close to him, but not touching. She was curled up
  22. It was the third of July, two days from Shaun’s nineteenth birthday, and the night of Defaced’s big debut. It was ten am, Thursday morning, and Shaun was in the bathroom. He’d just climbed out of the shower and he stood over the sink, peering critically at himself in the mirror. Eli had taught Shaun to shave when he was fourteen. He hated doing it, but his facial hair had been so scraggly and unattractive that he’d gotten into the habit of taking it off every few days. It was one of th
  23. Jesse and Shaun made quick work of the dishes. Shaun washed and Jesse put everything away. The cabinets were neatly organized, and Jesse breezed through his task with little instruction. Everything was easy to find. When they were almost finished, Ruth came into the room. “Looks good, boys,” she said with a nod. Jesse beamed at her. “Thanks for dinner.” “It was no trouble for me,” Ruth chuckled as Shaun finished the last dish and handed it to Jesse. He dried it, put it up
  24. Shaun wouldn’t admit it, but he was nervous. He knew how to fight. He could protect himself physically, but he had no idea how to guard himself against personal attacks. He was so used to being kicked around and put down that the mere idea of exposing his heart and soul, his music, was unthinkable. This was a mistake… he didn’t care what Jesse thought…or Ben. This was going to be a horror show. They got to Ben’s house in a half hour. It wasn’t as far as Will’s house had been, and it w
  25. After school, Jesse found Shaun sitting on the curb with his legs stretched out in front of him. Everyone gave him a wide berth out of habit and a group of freshman girls skirted the sidewalk as they rushed past him for the buses. Jesse padded across the lawn. As he got closer, he realized Shaun was wearing headphones. The high-pitched whine of an electric guitar blared from his earbuds. Jesse tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey.” Shaun ripped his headset off and whirled around. H
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