BarricadeBoy

Being in love is always good, only when love is not returned, it becomes a problem. I was quite happy with where I stood with Everett, and that was literally under an umbrella in the street, waiting for Ian who had forgotten his cellphone at Marco’s apartment. It was just after 9 and the rain had started falling. Marco offered to call us a cab but I thought it would be a waste of money just for a five-minute drive. “I think tonight was probably the best fun I had in a long time," Everett said

Thanks for sticking with this story, yeah im trying to direct it into a more lighter mood because i always tend to go dramaesque lol. We'll see what developes with Marco

im okay, thanks AC

Time stood still and we both felt the thrill Of a love so pure as our lonely hearts found a cure Time went on and the façade was no more Lies piled up and then came threats of walking out the door Still we went on, we threw them under the rug Yet we neglected to notice the mess on the floor Time passed and came around again This love was endearing but sure enough it was going to end And when it does, hope were both on the same boat Whichever way it ends, I fear I might not be able

We had one more night before it was back to the books. Marco was no longer studying but living in an apartment a few blocks from campus, and Everett and I had gone to the market because Marco invited us for a Sunday night dinner. “I’m going to stuff myself,” Everett said as I was pushing him down the aisle. “Remember, we have a $50 budget, so we have to spend wisely otherwise not all of us will be eating.” Everett grabbed some pita bread. “Do you really think Marco is this nice guy now? Are y

(So, what is the condition of my love? Simply this, the breath in my lungs, The blood coursing in my veins, and the thoughts in my head – All of these are your voice, and in me, say I yet have life.) how I love reciting this. I might have shared this with someone but dont worry, u were credited lol.

I was up all night tossing and turning. Ian had been sleeping restfully, and I wondered if maybe he wanted his brother’s accident put behind him. I seriously considered telling him what I know, or at least telling Everett; or I could go with my gut feeling, and say nothing, because I wasn’t obliged to. After a while of battling with myself I decided it would be best if I get up and start my day. There wasn’t much to do. The college would only re-open after this weekend and that meant that there

Glad u are reading again, and yes I will try my best to keep up the good work!

Thanks for the touching review AC!

I was taking a nap on the couch when I woke up rather abruptly. I was alone and I remembered that Everett and I came downstairs where we watched TV until I drifted off; he must be in the kitchen, I thought to myself, mindlessly getting up and walking to him. “Dad, where is Everett?” I asked, surprised that he wasn’t there. “Outside,” my dad answered, not even looking at me. I quickly ran outside, and there he was at the end of the driveway, talking to Hunter. I decided not to step any closer

Your wish has been granted, lol. thanks for the review!

Hey Jaro! Thanks for reading. I actually got an editor after a few chapters. They'll get better lol. Enjoy , and thanks for the offer!

Every time i read one of these, i find something, be it a word, a line or the whole thing. But i find something i can relate to. These are really beautiful, they are calm with a bit of anger and frustration hidden beneath.

I want to say that you started the chapter "great" but it seems weird saying that given the tone. i will rather say that it starts off interestingly and the way you capture Josh's thoughts is amazing. i was not planning on reading anything but "Josh.mp4" just caught my attention and i am glad i did!

I was woken up by one of my favorite sounds – Everett’s light snores. For a moment I felt that this must be a dream, but I soon came to realize that last night did happen; Everett was here with me and he was sleeping on my dad’s couch. I stiffly made myself get out of the bed that I made on the floor. “Good morning, Mr. Wood,” I said as I rubbed at my erection through my boxers and tiredly made my way to the bathroom. I started to shower, reluctantly undressing myself, and slowly stepping into