Riding with three other ornery men in a car, for six hours straight, was not the highlight of my summer, to say the least. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if...if I was more like them. I wish I could join in on the conversations about girls, and "porking" them, why they choose to carry themselves that way, and use that kind of dialect is beyond me. I mean, I'm not a total alien, I can be tough; I'm actually the best football player in the family, not to brag or anything, even though my oldest brother Ryder is already playing for his college team, and Dameon, he's a senior, he will next year. It was just something about them that turned me off, so I slid in my earbuds and leaned my head against the window for the rest of the drive down. I heard the patter of rain against the window and I was startled.
"Great," said Dameon rolling his eyes, "we won't get to actually go to the beach this afternoon if this keeps up."
"Who cares?" I countered. They all looked at me in dismay.
"Who cares?" He whispered. "I wanna see the beach bimbos-"
"Hey, you shouldn't call them that, it's demeaning." said Ryder from shot-gun. I expected as much from him. He was always sticking up for women's rights, seeing as his girlfriend Kara is a huge feminazi, but good for him. Someone needs to put Dameon in his place.
"Look here, faggot." Daemon shot back at him. I couldn't hear what else he said, because after that, I closed my eyes and turned it up all the way, trying to block them out, but it didn't work. Adele can only sing so loud.
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Along Came Andrew
Fanfiction"Maybe I don't want it to; maybe I want to sit down on a couch and lean my head on his shoulder and have him wrap his arms around me, or maybe just hug me as I cry into his shoulder, while he tells me it's going to be fine." B.D. 7.20.16
