Young Hayden Christensen Novels & Stories

It’s almost comical how the tables have suddenly shifted and now I have to look at my older brother who only has three years on me like a father figure. He stops by Hayden’s bedroom door and pounds on it. “Stop fixing your hair, Hayde, we gotta go or we’ll be late.” Seconds later, Hayden walks out and his shoulder length blonde hair is tied in a man bun that actually makes him look kind of cute. Well kind of cute if he didn’t have such a rugged physique. The muscle shirt he adorns put his ripped arms out on display for everyone to see and he definitely looks like the kind of guy who goes to the gym four times a week.