Tyler ripped the whisk from it's machine. "Tyler, you dumb shit, you ruined it!" I called out. "That works out because I will be ruining you." he smirked and I just gaped at him with surprise.
Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts...
//trigger warning// I redid the story because the other one was shit :) Comment and vote please if you like it! And comment requests!! BTW: Posting days.. I don't really have any:/ but I'll promise at least 1-2 chapters per week hopefully :) Annndd I like to post on Fridays a lot sooo just expect it to be Friday...
What if you could hear them? The thoughts they deigned not reasonable enough to say out loud, the things not suitable for even a giggly teenage gossip conversation. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Troye, the unlucky teenager bestowed with this 'gift', thinks of it as a curse, with good reason. Do you know how hard...