*Curt's POV*
"Are you Sure Alice and Mollie can't go to the party?" I asked Christine though the phone.
"Yes, they're both going to that Ariana concert, so they probably won't be able to get to it."
"And you won't be able to go cause you're hanging out with Jasmin, right?"
"Yea, sorry she wanted to go bowl."
"Ugh, then it's going to be to be awkward if it's just me and Bruce." I sighed.
"Well-"
"WAIT, what about Rhianion or Josh."
"Ummm, I think Josh said he was going to some concert thing, but I don't know about Rhianion."
"Ok, I'll call her. Bye cunt." I said
"Bye hoe."
I hung up the phone and proceeded to walked downstairs to get food before calling Rhianion.
While searching the cabinets for something to eat I heard a loud, heavy foot steps coming from behind me.
"WHO USED MY FACE MASK AND BATH BOMBS?!"
Oh boi, that's Arine, my sister. Usually I would be the one who used the face masks and bath bombs, But I don't remember usually them this time.
She walk up to me with ferocity in her eyes and asked "did you use them, cause you did the past ten time?"
"No, maybe you just lost them." I responded back as I walk past her and back upstairs.
As I was walking to my room I heard scurrying and a thud from the ceiling, but passed it off as the house just settling. As I sat down on my bad to look for Rhianion's number, I got a call.
It was Bruce or as I had him in my phone "don't answer :)"
But this time something came over me to answer this one time.
"Hello, Curt? Thank god you answered." He said with what seemed like panic in his voice
"What is it that you want Bruce?" I asked
"Wait, nobody has told you yet?"
"Told me what?"
"Moses has escaped prison."
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The boy with the curly hair
Teen FictionIn the disgusting town of Richmond, Kentucky lived a "straight" boy named Bruce Brown and a gay boy named Curt Hicky. This is their story of the two boys and their love for each other
