Top Rankings for Devon Blue:
# 1 in Music
# 2 in truelove
# 2 in healing
# 3 in mentalhealth
I used to think us twins could feel each other's pain and that if something ever went wrong we would come to the rescue because that was our job. That'...
"Hey." He leans against the hallway that leads to the bathroom. His hands are tucked in his pockets, but his shoulders carry tension.
"Hey." I actually pity Chase at this moment.
"So, we haven't talked yet, but I think we should clear some things up."
"Um... clear things up?"
"Look, I get it you're her brother but I'm not going into this without being forthcoming."
"About?"
"You're an asshole."
"Thanks. Are we done?"
I know I should probably stop this conversation. I should stop him or be the one to initiate introductions, but I didn't even know where to begin. Tristan was so fucking blunt. When he had something to say he said it. He rarely held back. That's what made him, him.
