Love story my ass [Vikklan]

Like wow

"Mum I'm back!" Lachlan unlocked his door and the smiling face of Mrs power came to greet us.

"So your friend is here." She said, "Your Vikk aren't you. I'm friends with your mum."

"Yes Mrs power." Lachlan rolls his eyes at me, "My mum told me to say hello."

"Yes I do like your mother." She smiled, "I won't keep you boys from your work go upstairs and I will bring up some food."

"No mum it's fine we don't need anything do we Vikk?" I shook my head when he gave me a evil look, "See mum it's fine."

"Well okay then"

"You know..." Lachlan started as we went up the stairs, "I didn't tell my mum you were my friend. She's assuming things as usual."

"She seems nice." Not knowing what else to say, "And my mum brings her or you up all the time when I disappoint them so she can't be evil."

"My mum does the same with your family." Lachlan pushes open a door to what I could only assume was his room, "My room."

I walk in and take in the walls covered with posters. There was no inch of wall space free from the many photos, posters or sticky notes.

"This is so cool!" As much as I hate to admit something that Lachlan likes is cool you can't deny that this is goals, "Like wow. How long did it take you to fill the room?"

"About a year or so." I look around and see a empty dest that's about half the way covered in photos, "It's not done I need to take more photos to fill that desk then make it all protected like."

"Your really creative." I look around at the posters of things I never heard of, "What's death note?"

"It's a anime Preston got me into."

"Okay like Pokemon?" I asked.

"Yeah." he replied.

"Oh cool." I look around the room for trying to find something to start a conversation about, "Should we start on the project?"

"Sure you got any ideas?" He asked.

"I do have one."

Authors note

So yeah stuff anyway the other book I'm working on is KSimon and this is the description.

It's the worst things that draw you in. The pain you hate so much is the thing that keeps you captive. At least that's what it's always been for me. Pain, suffering and violence are the building blocks of my life. I guess after time you get used to it. Stop caring. Until somebody gives you a reason to live.

But what if that person is also making things worse?

Yeah so does that sound cool. I'm not sure if I'm going to be publishing it along side this or not yet.

What should I do?

Hugs, kisses and peace ✌🏻️