It wasn't until he got Rose's voicemail that Alex realized he'd missed his own fucking birthday. Yesterday, he turned nineteen years old. And he'd completely forgotten about it under the weight of everything else going on ( Read more... )

Alex hadn't realized what day it was until he'd been awake and in a decent sort of mood for awhile. As soon as he'd realized, that decent mood had gone into the shitter to be replaced by his all too familiar brood and sulk. He couldn't help it, knowing there was a holiday for pieces of shit like his father just instantly had him retreating into ( Read more... )