I'm stealing that WIP meme where you post one sentence. I reserve the right to post more than one sentence, even though some people might judge me for it.
They just spent five minutes discussing Brendon’s typing skills. Of which there weren’t many.
Brendon shrugged and grabbed the water bottles from the back of the van. “Doesn’t matter,” he said at he gathered the snacks they’d brought. “Not like we were going anywhere, anyway.”
The thing is, Brendon kind of hates Ryan when they first meet. If you asked him why, he’d never be able to give you a concrete reason, but the hatred was real, burning through his veins, a seething resentment he couldn’t quite shake, no matter how hard he tried.
Brendon wasn’t quite sure how he’d ended up at the Happy Heterosexual Home for Wayward Teens, but here he was, sitting on the front steps of the main house while his mom and dad talked to the director, a stern looking man named Mr. Wade.
It had taken three years for Brendon to realize that Ryan and Jon weren’t coming back
At twenty-years old, Jon stopped having sex.
It’s easy to be a friend when everything is going well. It’s the times when your life is a mess and you just need someone to hold on to that counts for everything.
And now I'm going to bed. For real.