As I was getting dressed, I received a text from Troy asking me about Emilie. I tell her that he’s looking for her, but she doesn’t seem to be in the mood for him. “I really don’t feel like talking to him,” she says with a sigh. “Would you like me to?” “That’s okay,” she smiles. “I don’t want to ...
That’s long enough. She said Sundays are usually her lazy days, and I’m really hoping that’s true and that she’s home. I won’t let her keep hiding from me. I’m going to make her admit to me and herself that she has feelings for me. I walk up to her door and knock. With my finger on the peephole, ...
Cyrus yells as he walks into the living room. “Did you know about this shit?” Gage takes a drag of his cigarette before answering. “Hell no, man. I had no idea. This is some fucked up shit.” “You think they got something goin on? You know, like…” &n...