Brian was more than thrilled to have been saved by me, or as he saw it, Batman.
As we walked along the sidewalk, my cap bilI was drawing my Robin costume when we were in free period. I made it look slightly manlier than Robin's actual costume, but there weren't many touch ups. I then noticed Maxxie peering over my shoulder and I quickly closed the book, smiling.
I sipped my cherry cola in between slamming my thumbs against the Xbox controller. Brian laughed as we played a game on his console. We were both laughing and talking happily, just like the good old times. Everything was just as it was before Jace and I started going out, before Brian told me that he too was gay. I was still sort of getting used to that fact, but of course I would accept him. He was, after all, my best friend.
Not even I knew why I had been so angry towards Brian. After Maxxie had left and I had cooled down, I reflected on it. It seemed as if Maxxie was the only stable thing in my life; I had an adoption to think to think about and John was plotting to kill me. Maxxie—beautiful, magnificent Maxxie—was the only thing that I knew was there f
"Hey," a voice said beside me. I turned to see Brian standing there, a dry smile on his face. I didn't know whether to smil
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face wasn't as bad as it was the day before, but it still looked terrible. It looked as though I had been hit multiple times by a freight train, not to mention it was horribly painful.
I stared at the picture in my hands. It was a family, with a mother and father and child, all of which had identical features. They all had glistening blonde hair and shining blue eyes. They were all good looking, especially in that particular photo. The sun was beaming across their smiling faces. They held each other tightly, as if they would never let go.
My entire body froze as Ms. Gray's words echoed in my brain. We're moving to New York. I felt as if a giant tidal wave was threat
You know how during the summer there's always one week of nothing but thunderstorms? And on one of those nights your parents are out of the house, leaving you alone? You always feel so empty and cold and scared on those nights. That's how I felt about the move; empty and cold and scared.