Two Days on the Road

But it only took the first hundred miles to know it was perfect. The smell of cheep cologne on his body said, "I'm trying, please give me some credit." And it was cute. He blushed, nervous, but maybe it was something else. Two other 'friends' in the back. One with curly black hair, blowing across the back seat of the car, because the windows were rolled. The air conditioning broke a few years back. The other wore a constant frown. It was impossible to tell what small idiosyncrasy burned a hole through his happiness this time. Although, nobody showed expressions of caring, which lead him to believe they didn't. Most likely souring his mood again.


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I'm so done. I miss Emma. And I also got to play with some of my friends in Scarshield. They're so cute, all... "OMG, you're gay! I love gay people." I just think that's so adorable. Anyway. I'm tired, and have a bit more studying to do tonight. Sweet dreams, my friends.


As always, comments welcome on my writing.


=_Aaron; Boy who likes Boys > Manly Man. (In respect to tanking. Bitch.)