imperfect _pisces

So, turns out, my first day back at school isn’t a complete disaster. It was actually quite the opposite. Not only did I manage to keep my breakfast down, I actually had fun. Keisha and I have four out of seven of our classes together and we also have the same lunch period which means we get to hangout on the bleachers and ogle the Varsity football team. But that’s not even the best part. My last period of the day is theater. I’m not an actor. Neither is Keisha. But everyone is required to h

Thank you. As a member of the LGBTQ+ community, I've always resented the presentation of queer white men and straight black women. I want to show that Tristan and Keisha appreciated each of other as friends before anyone's sexuality was revealed and their relationship is organic and they both enjoy a myriad of things beyond what women and gay men are stereotyped to like. Soon you will learn more about Tristan.

I’m Tristan Goolsby and I’m nauseous. Today is the first day of my senior year and I can’t find anything to wear. What does one wear on the first day of their last year of high school? Wow, to say that out loud is really weird. After this year there’s college. Damn, I bet my Dad’s gonna take pictures. He’s that type. He’s taken a picture of me on the first and last day of every year of school since Kindergarten. The pictures are all lined up on the fridge. I think dad does it because he regrets

Tristan Goolsby is looking forward to starting his senior year at Shenandoah High. What he's not looking forward to is performing a musical in front of the entire school courtesy of his theater class. When one of the members of the theater crew is accidentally killed, Tristan and his classmates scramble to cover it up. Will they make it to opening night?

I just wanted to provide an update as to what I have been up to. It's been a harrowing last several weeks. On May 3 I went in for a routine hernia surgery and a few days later I developed sepsis. This required an additional surgery. I was inpatient until May 27. I came home and then I was asked to come back into the hospital for 4 more days for additional observation. So in total, I spent a month in the hospital. I am currently doing great. Everything is good. Life is good. I have a new lease on life. As far as The Clubhouse goes, I am putting that story to rest. Fear not, Tristan and Finn will be utilized elsewhere. I had an epiphany during my hospital stay and recovery. Light-hearted and fun is my strong suit and I really want to do justice to these two characters I have fallen in love with. For those of you who both followed and liked The Clubhouse, I hope you trust me with my new vision and continue on this journey with me. I am happy to be back on GA and I look forward to your feedback! ~ B

“Can’t believe you’re eating that.” Finn registered the disgust in Emily’s voice as she waggled her finger at the chicken nuggets and fries piled high on his tray. On Fridays, the cafeteria served what his mother liked to refer to as “the Devil’s food”. If it was fried or salty or contained high fructose corn syrup, it wasn’t allowed at his house. Only his mom or their housekeeper, Francine, were allowed to do the grocery shopping. Finn liked to think of lunchtime on Fridays as his very o

Talo - Thank you so much for this! This means a lot. I hope you continue and enjoy my story. BRENN

I wanted to thank each of you for taking time to comment on this story! Mean a lot to me! Cannot wait to share more!.

Tristan watched the contents of his stomach circle around the bowl. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth as he slowly backed out of the handicap stall. There was a row of sinks lining the wall behind him. He walked over to the sink closest to the window and turned on the cold-water faucet. As he held his hands underneath the freezing spray, he stared at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. He ran a finger along the spot just below his right eye and winced. It was purple and sw

“Aside from a few issues with subject-verb agreement, everything looks good.” Finn thumbed through the stack of papers in front of him. There were a couple of things underlined and a few comments had been jotted in the margins. Tristan was watching him, his blue eyes, big and expectant. They reminded him of his nephew every time he showed off one of his LEGO creations. He shook his head and looked back down at his paper. “Wow. Thanks, man.” Tristan’s shoulders slumped a bit.

Thank you so much, JeffreyL for your kind words and taking time to read my story! I really appreciate it. I hope you continue to enjoy the story. BRENN

Thank you for your comment. Tristan may start coming out of his shell, thanks to his brother. He really values his brother's advice. BRENN

Chris! What Tristan lacks in friends, he has with his older brother, Everett.

Doug - Thank you for your kind words. The chapters appear to be getting longer and longer as I'm delving deeper into the story. I thank you for the encouragement. It's been a long, long time since I've felt confident to write and submit my writing. Hope you continue to enjoy the story! BRENN

Thank you Talo...I didn't know that. Hopefully I can change the rating.

He rounded the corner onto Mayfair Road just as the streetlamps were coming on. The last remnants of daylight were fading away and the temperature was starting to drop. Tristan came to a stop outside an older gray home with pink shutters and a screened-in porch. He thought about the family that used to live there. Ansel and Hannah Bridges were the first set of twins he had ever known in real life. When they’d both shown up in his third-grade class, just before spring break, he knew he’d wanted t

I'm new to this site. I just want a place to share my work. That's all. It was an act of Congress to even get the first chapter posted. I may have overcompensated on the rating because I didn't want any setbacks or reasons to not have my writing posted on this site. If you're looking for porn, I'm afraid this isn't the story for that. This is the story of two people from two different circles navigating a friendship and possibly more. I have reached out to moderator to see if there is a more appropriate rating for this. Thanks for bringing this to my attention. I'd hate to think I was hindering someone from having an orgasm, lol. BRENN

Keep in mind, Tristan just had to deal with the incident in the locker room which was committed by his jock classmates. Finn is a jock. Can you blame him for being a bit hesitant to talk to Finn? BRENN

Springtime in the south meant the weather could go from being sunny and warm to dark and stormy in the matter of minutes. Finn stood in the small hallway linking the main part of the school to the smaller building housing the cafeteria with his head pressed against one of the windows. Fat drops of rainwater pelted the glass and large puddles were forming in the courtyard. “There you are.” Finn saw Braden West approaching from down the hall. “You weren’t in class.”

Hindsight is 20/20, as they say. When you're in high school, the thick of it, sometimes that doesn't seem like a viable option. I was surrounded by trustworthy adults in high school but the idea of going to them in regards to a situation like this wouldn't have been an option. Not because of a lack of trust in them but there was always the opportunity that things could be made worst by an adult intervening.

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HAHA I tried so hard to look out for grammar errors and I didn't even noticed that. P.S., I just changed it. Thanks for pointing it out! BRENN

Tristan could count on one hand the number of times he had been called to the front office. The first time was during his freshman year. He’d been in the middle of an Algebra test when he was asked to come pick up his lost retainer. The second time was on the first day of his junior year. His father had dropped off his brown-bagged lunch which he’d left on the kitchen counter. Mrs. Becker was a kind-faced woman with tortoise shell glasses and bright red lipstick who operated the front desk.

drpaladin: You hit the nail on the head. Emily is based on someone I knew from high school. Hyper-focused on future goals. Not really living in the moment. BRENN

drpaladin - The color yellow was picked for that very reason. I love the color yellow but yellow cars are obnoxious to me. BRENN